A lofty goal, indeed, but one the empathetic INFJ in me has always endeavored to attain for those in the deepest recesses of my heart. . .
Once upon a time, in the wee stages of life, the darkness felt too vast and terrifying to bear – my heart would shudder at the thought and I needed some external source to light the way.
And yet, as I grew older, I began to realize there was nothing within the inky blackness that had the power to hold sway over me. For indeed there was a light inside of me that shone brighter than the sun and moon…and it is a light that does not extinguish, no matter what night…neither life…has to say.
We will all be going through a new moon in two days – yes, right on top of St. Patty’s (if that’s your thing.) While each day is an opportunity to let go of what isn’t serving us (self-deprecating beliefs, irrational ideas, hurtful attitudes, debilitating fears…whatever it may be!), a new moon is perfect timing. You don’t necessarily have to have witchiness in your blood, nor anything special beyond desire and willingness. It’s about delving deeply within ourselves and really “seeing” the whole picture…
Many of us are our own worst enemy. We all have flaws, fears, and insecurities – all of which are very real in our minds. As a human being it is not only expected that we will harbor these feelings…but it is also okay that we do. What matters is what we do with that information, with that honesty, and with our intention.
Focused intention – and a lot of self-love – is all you really need for the magic to unfold…
- Make a list of the things you don’t need to carry around in your mind and heart. Think about each one, and what it would be like to let it go…
- Then make a list of all the good things you are thankful for in your life, opening yourself to the possibility that more of it is coming your way
It’s a small exercise, but profound. And there’s really no better time than the present to recommit to taking care of you.
HAPPY NEW MOON! ❤
Way back when we had to actually go to the store to shop for Halloween decorations, costumes, and other holiday paraphernalia – in many ways, that’s part of the fun, though, right?
Still, when I AM there in person, I generally want to buy (um…hoard) everything they have. I suppose online that threat is potentially as dangerous – when all I have to do is click one, two, three, I still have to make sure I haven’t stocked up beyond what I need. (Let’s be honest, chances are, with Halloween decor, I’ve already tipped the scale towards DON’T need. But whatever! For me, it isn’t about the party I’m having…I want this stuff for all year round!)
These days life is more hectic – everyone is “on” 24/7, and actually getting to the store might be tricky. Even if you do, you may forget something while you’re there (that little part about “being on 24/7” has as much bearing on the brain – and memory! – as your physicality. And your car’s.)
Yay for eBay for embracing the 31st so fully – I love that it isn’t only about “Christmas Shop”s anymore, but that the ghouls of the bunch (myself very much included) have equal opportunity. *insert pumpkin grinning here* Thanks, online stores! I know it is more about making money for you but, oh, the convenience factor…and larger selection…for the rest of us! ❤ (I found myself giggling that I already own that full moon night light. 🙂 )
It’s only about three weeks away, Samhain, so if you haven’t gotten your act – costumes, preparations, cat toys! – together, you can reach out to the all might internet to get cracking quickly!
I didn’t care for the acting in Sleepy Hollow – I have to get that out of the way. But I don’t watch Tim Burton movies for the acting. His decadently dreary visuals simply light my heart aglow, especially when they lean Autumnal (to my gothic heart, it seems his lenses are so seasonally tinted – perpetually, much to my joy!)
His eerie, throw-back town, cloaked in lowly fog and Samhain-style mise-en-scene is so my speed it’s ridiculous. The average human being, I daresay, seems to possess such desires as going to the beach, baking beneath a blindingly hot ball of fire. . . They like pop stars and malls and large gatherings of people… And there I sit – and always HAVE sat – with a heart yearning for the deep. For the drumming of the earth, the black of the night, the impossibly-incandescent burn of the moon and stars.
I’m scarcely morbid, and find myself often mistaken for a social butterfly. No. Nooo. I’m more like the little black bat flitting around at Dusk. The Morticia in the corner, carefully contemplating, and reveling in the shadows. While not so evident at this stage in my life, at least I’m not accused of loving pink – ah yes, at least that is obvious enough!
Tim Burton’s quirky characters, singularly macabre and always intriguing, enchanted me from the get-go – Each one more peculiar than the next, and ever placed in spectacularly vampish settings.
I don’t want to live in a City, my feet falling on hard concrete and my gaze stifled by towering man-made constructions. I don’t need to be in the center of things, encompassed by busy streets and bustling storefronts. Sure, I enjoy not being completely isolated – it’s nice to have some manner of life around! But I’d much prefer those ghostly streets, with their spectral, smokey vapor and stormy skies… A few lit Jack-O-Lanterns would be enough to brighten the mood for me. . .