Mystical Motherhood

☽ I am constantly in awe of the connection from conception I have with my daughter, Sage Moon. My South African mama taught me how to feel the moment your baby’s soul ignites for the first time within you, often 40 days from conception. I’ll never forget that magickal moment when I actually experienced her precious soul enter mine. It was 40 days.

This morning driving her to school she told me how she found an injured blue jay at school yesterday + she collected the feathers that had fallen. I told her that last night I dreamt of a blue jay falling from its nest. Every New Moon I gift my girls with a special crystal in their sacred little box + we meditate. I’ve taught them how to meet me in their dreams. Last night we found each other…again. Sage Moon, you are a most exquisite being whom I could not have chosen a better name for. ☽


♂Happiest Birthday to my Love — you are the kindest, most loving, generous, supportive, peaceful, devoted, funny, patient, creative, brilliant man, lover, father, best friend, kindred + companion I’ve ever known. You possess the kind of adoration + loyalty every woman dreams of. I am so grateful for you. Vous êtes mon cœur toujours ♂


☽◯☾She used to tell me that a full moon was when mysterious things happen and wishes come true ~ Shannon A. Thompson ☽◯☾


ૐ Anyone that knows me well knows that I don’t do anything consistently. Part of my artists way, the spontaneous spirit satisfying its soulful way. But for six years every single night I sing my first born + now my second daughter to sleep with this mantra, Om Mani Padme Hum, Om Mani Padme Hum Om Shanti, Shanti Shanti — praise to the jewel in the lotus, purifying mind, body + spirit. I’ve been using this mantra for 25 years + it is soothing + powerful + transformative. I am grateful for my Sage + my Phoenix instilling this song into my heart ritually with theirs nightly ૐ


☽ ◯ ☾ Happy Birthday Sage Moon ☽ ◯ ☾

☽ ◯ ☾Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky ~ Rainer Maria Rilke ☽ ◯ ☾ Happy Birthday Sage Moon ☽ ◯ ☾


☥ Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me ~ William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra ☥


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☽ ◯ ☾Burn, baby, burn. Burn your fear, your grief, your sadness, your guilt, your past, your regrets, your self judgement, your illusive failures, your anxious heart, your fear of the unknown, death, seperation, disconnection + misunderstanding. People often ask me why I worship the moon, or question what the cycles mean to me. I love nature. I love that I see this magnificent cosmic moon shift it‘s shape in the vast sky monthly, consistently for eons. I honor these symbolic + powerful times to reflect even more than I do on my life. To take time, moments, a ritual to ponder the gift of moments + where I stand throughout them. How I can grow, learn, let go + be. It is an evolution. This life, our time. Our relationship to ourselves + consequently others. I am a woman. I am a mother. I am a beloved. I am a daughter. I am a sister. I am a friend. I do not know not how not to feel, to question, to delve, to not be raw + real. So I look to the moon, my constant companion since I was a small child to inspire my way, to light my path. To be the light + know the dark. Thirty nine years of me, every emotion, every vortex traveled + still so much more. I treasure the conscious yearning I have to become more of me. I burn for me, for my daughters so that we may embrace this mysterious existence with devotion to the truth of ourselves which deliver us to the power of being creatively transformational + adaptable to the ebb + flows of life, so that love is always welcome + that which is not, intuitively halted so that we may rise to find that which is meant for us. Burn all that does not serve you + trust in all that does. New Moon Blessings unto you…☽ ◯ ☾


▲ I am hunted by the future
Will the future be my past?
Or is time a fade out picture
Of my everlasting cast?
Love is phasing
Love is moving
To the rhythm of your sight
I get closer
To the crossing point of light || Prism Of Life, Enigma || ▲


✮ Laughter is the language of the soul ~ Pablo Neruda ✮ || Muses :: Jamie + Joey with Isabella Grace six full moons in waiting :: Happy Birthday Joey, to one of the kindest souls, an amazing partner to my dear sister + a most extraordinary father :: || ✮ @jamiemass @iamjosephdixon