Well that was a WOOZA of a Full Moon. Disguised with its promises… gateways out of the maze.

Opportunities to discover the key… within the remains of the dissolving scene.

A blue, sunny sky… kite flying hire. Enticing us to reach higher… courage to face the threats.

They’re bigger than us… these great bodies of rock, gas and ice… our neighbours in our very own special space… within the vast surrounding galactic wilderness.

But man they can pack a punch. And when they get together to form a binding treatise… we have a choice.

Shall we continue in our chosen paths… small, limited and often blind… or shall we open our eyes… just a fraction more… to allow a new reality to manifest before us.

The potentials are limitless.

These times of force have impact… everything is connected. We’re not separate from the all that surrounds us.

Yet… our choice, our own very personal steps… create waves out into the great expanse.

We are both small and seemingly helpless… yet so powerful.

We are created from that one source after all.

What is right and what is true… yes, we know… but it hides in a deeper layer of ourselves.

It was certainly a most impactful climax of our beloved Mother Moon… stretched me to near breaking point.

What lies beyond?

What lies awaiting release?

What’s been hidden… for so long?

What’s been crying to be united once again?

What’s the call… what’s the message. Will you respond… will you step off the wheel.

Will you claim yourself?

Will you allow your self to be fully here… in its purest essence, unadorned by loss and calamity.

Will you surrender to your calling?

These Moon cycles keep on building… seems these messages are becoming more urgent.

It’s a quiet Sunday morning… before humans start their galavanting… with endless distractions.

It’s been wet… in these sub-tropical parts of Oz… puddles drenching, bursting barriers… Ocean loud and pounding.

As we make our way through new and old… guided by others or our self.

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