From my soft warm bed - I rise slowly. I can't imagine what such a bright light could possibly be. And yet - I'm compelled to look and see.
Suspended just an arm's reach above the mountains....the moon hangs heavy. A bright orange orb set against the dark early morning sky.
A Scorpion moon. A most unusual sight. A powerful force of nature's mystery.
The solid ground on which we walk will tremble in her majesty. We'll bow deeply. We'll surrender our old stories and connect with the new. She'll challenge all that we know to be true.
She'll force us to choose - the past or this present. She'll question our strengths...our weaknesses...our beings and possibility.
We'll let go. We'll grow.
We'll seek joy. We'll find happy.
And then - I woke. To the morning sun.
I must have been dreaming.