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Pink Moon Musing

Last night I sat in ceremony and meditation out on the dock over the small pond where I live, and listened to the Western Chorus Frogs and Crickets serenade the moon.

We couldn't see the moon- but our meditation was illuminated by the knowledge that the clear bright moonlight was there glowing brightly and fully somewhere, even if hidden from view in the moment.

And I let that seep into my bones and soul- reminding me that even when I get caught up in judgement or overwhelm, behind my mask(s) (yes plural), that the light of my true being is clear and bright and fully illuminated too.

That helped me reorient to setting my intention on remembering that golden nugget or truth, and on cultivating that knowledge in my life!

In that light, I was able to set down a mask, the mask of forgetting.

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