It’s late. The full moon is hanging high outside the window, beaming brightly enough to light the room. We’ve watched it move in the sky a bit, first hanging low and so large it looked like a burning planet hovering just above the street lights. Now it’s softly shadowed by the tall trees in our backyard giving it just enough of a picturesque silhouette to frame it perfectly until it subtly moves again on its trajectory.
I’m writing in the moon glow after a long day of interesting happenings that re-confirmed my faith in life, after years of wondering if my out-of-control circumstances were leaving me in the dust.
“What a transitional day,” Sir Husband said as he took photos of the moon from the front porch.
I am exhausted from our day. So much energy was going out and coming in from all directions. Push push push…pull pull pull…run run run. Positive, but consuming nonetheless. Because just a few hours before that special moon rose, I took my own advice and changed my life. I gave my notice at the bookstore.
We are taught to follow our hearts, lead with our intuition, and trust that life always works out for the best. Some call that faith. Others call it luck. I call it my day.
I have been working for a long time on healing, on figuring out what I need to do, and who I need to be as I remake myself from a new and necessary perspective. We walk our paths and create our destinies, and learn by trial and error.
So as I shared with a friend today, I put my money where my mouth is and am living what I write about: hope, dreams, courage, strength, and a life in pursuit of bliss. It’s a big deal to quit a job, but I’m not doubting, I’m just doing what I know is right in my heart. I’m making room for all the goodness of what is right in my life, instead of putting up with what is wrong and therefore blocking the joy. It’s a scary leap but not really. I mean honestly it’s just a few hours a week at a bookstore.
No one deserves unhappiness in life, and no one can fix that but ourselves. Change is uncomfortable, but not as bad as living with daily despair. With change comes hope, with hope comes action, and with action comes joy.
Sir Husband is right along with me as we heal and grow together. “Come out here and kiss me under this magical moon,” he said.
The full moon tonight was significant for two reasons. First, because it’s the second full moon in a month, and will not occur again until 2018. But second, because it was the first opportunity in a long time for the cosmos to work in our favor, if we believe in that. I do.
Within hours of giving my notice, career intentions came forth, seemingly out of nowhere. My phone rang off the hook. My email was on fire. And texts were pinging for hours. I was offered three freelance writing projects and a request to help edit a book. Ideas flowed into my head about what I needed to do, next steps, no fear, just inspiration.
All kinds of things opened up in my mind, and in my life. I got encouragement and a standing ovation for moving forward in my life from friends, from family, people I work with, and even strangers I met at dinner who heard us talking. And, in the quick hour Sir Husband and I took to catch our breath from the whirlwind of change, we found not one, but two pieces of deep blue sea glass on our special little beach- a rare and valued color. We took it as a sign.
I paused just now, and went outside with Sir Husband. We stood under the giant, beautiful moon and thought about the day. I rediscovered myself differently, still connected to the old, but opened up to the new. A wise woman told me that energy in our lives wants to flow, and it relies on us to guide it. Instead of shutting down when exhausted, or lost, or afraid, we must redirect it into renewal, creativity, and joy.
I decided to manifest a miracle today, the one that happens once in a blue moon.