Today’s New Moon in Cancer brings forward inquiry of self care and tender nourishment.
How do you nourish your Being whilst these times of turbulence ?
How do you stand in your Being while winds blow strong ?
Standing in tears and disappoint, how do you bring Joy and Hope back into your heart ?
And, if indeed you have found your center of sweet softness held in centered compassion, how can you hold the vision of hope for others ?
I’ve been binge watching Grey’s Anatomy, Painting, Smashbooking & Rediscovering Poetry.
“I Arise from Dreams of Thee“
I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright
I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet
Has led me – who knows how? –
To thy chamber-window, sweet!
The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream, –
The champak odors fall
Like sweet thoughts in a dream,
The nightingale’s complaint,
It dies upon her heart,
As I must die on thine,
O, beloved as thou art!
O, lift me from the grass!
I die, I faint, I fall!
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale,
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My Heart beats loud and fast
Oh! press it close to thine again,
Where it will break at last!
I Arise from Dreams of Thee by Percy Bysshe Shelley