....MoonWillow's View....

I'm pulled between the Lion and the Wolf The Sun and the Moon  The Wolf beckons me at night howling at the moon.  It calls me to look up at the sky, the Stars and the Moon, sending me into philosophical trance while nourishing my soul.  At dawn the roar of the Lion awakens me, the light of the sun piercing through the shades.  It calls out "There is work to be done."  The rays of light warming my skin, nourishing my bones and muscles.  I'm reminded that balance is needed even in the time we spend with The Sun, The Moon, The Lion and The Wolf  Wolf and Lion hold both light and dark.  The Wolf, at night calls to the moon.  In it's darkness it seeks the light.  The Wolf gains knowledge of the dark on it's travels and finds wisdom in specks of light.  The Lion calls to us with the brightness of the sun.  It gains knowledge of all that is lit on it's travels and finds wisdom hidden away where the light doesn't touch.  Som

As I stepped into the shadows in both wonder and fear my eyes struggled to adjust. Slowly the deeper I traveled into the forest my eyes began to adapt. I saw glimmering among the darkest shadows, orbs of iridescent light dancing among the trees. Pausing, fear in my eyes as I watched shadows of unseen entities traveling through the gentle rays of the moonlight, I felt like a newborn baby peering at the world for the first time. One of the orbs traveled deep inside the chambers of my heart, in places where the pain pressed heart tissue into coal. I felt the pain that had created the coal, I saw the trauma, I faced it, I stepped into it. I felt the orb guide me to it, and through it. Just when the pain became unbearable the sharpness of the hurt cracked the coal, crumbled away the blackness and out came a diamond. A jewel of of self awareness, of wisdom. It was the first part of a map. A map inside of me, guiding me from the 3D world of society into a place I never knew existed. A quie

Those who live in the light can not understand those who live in the shadows. The brilliance of the light blinds them to the shadows. They live in blissful ignorance of what goes on in the dark, in the night, in the hidden places. To understand pain and suffering you have to experience it. It can not be explained and the encounter can not be retained through description. Those who live in the shadows express their pain through art and music. Trying to find ways to release what's inside of them, in a song or a painting. Those who live in the light have a tendency to believe they have the answers, everything comes so easily to them so they must be some kind of expert in all things or so they believe. Light is brilliant, loud, confident and is under the impression that if it shines bright enough no one will see whats hidden away in it's shadows. Dark is hidden, quiet, always questioning everything and under the impression that if they hide deep enough in the shadows they will be

There's a lot of emphasis put on skin color, nationality etc.. People like to categorize themselves and others. In art we recognize that we need multiple colors to paint a portrait. In music we recognize that we need multiple notes. Rather than categorizing people perhaps we could look at the masterpiece painted by diversity. We carry unique energies, vibrating at different levels, some like some differ. Imagine a canvas painted with only one color. Imagine a song with nothing more than the repetition of one note. It's the melody of colors, energies, wavelengths that constructs the masterpiece of all creation and we are all both the masterpiece and the artist.

For years I suffered through depression and anxiety.   I am one of many people who have lived through many traumatic experiences.   For some of us it seems we attract death, violence and destruction at times.   I won't go through the list of instances, because we have all experienced trauma and we all handle it in different ways.   I actually decided to seek professional help and upon examination the psychiatrist had no diagnosis for me.  She said "You are a very durable person who has been through a lot.  You are not mentally ill." Some people can be broken by their life experiences and some are more prone to mental illness as well.  My family has a history of mental illness but still I rose up.  Not out of religion.  The whole "Jesus saves" thing never did anything for me and this may upset some of you but it's the truth.   I was raised in a Christian family.  All my life I was taught you had to follow the bible.  I was taught I was a sinner, w