Welcome,
Dear soul.
Tonight the moon goes dark as it rises new in Scorpio,
A water sign of the zodiac.
Where the waters run still and deep.
As this new moon arrives,
I am on the island of Oahu in Hawaii,
Held by the warm waters of the Pacific.
Wherever you are tonight.
One moon holds us all.
We are just stepping through the doorway of Samhain,
The ancient Celtic New Year,
When the harvest is gathered in,
The bale grows thin,
And the year turns toward its quiet,
Dark half.
Here in Hawaii,
This is also a season of turning.
When Makaliki,
The Pleiades,
Rise at dusk.
The Makahiki season begins,
A time of rest,
Of peace,
And of gratitude for the harvest.
Across oceans and across time,
This season has been known as a threshold.
A time to honor what came before.
A time to plant the seed in the dark.
So tonight,
Wherever you are,
Allow yourself to arrive.
Find a comfortable place to rest,
To support you.
And when you are ready,
Gently close your eyes.
Allow yourself to arrive here.
May you feel seen.
May you feel held.
And may you feel heard.
Breathe in slowly.
And allow your breath to rise like a wave welcomed by the shore.
And breathe out.
The wave returning to the sea.
Again,
Breathe in.
The way of gathering.
And breathe out.
The wave softening onto the sand.
Feel the weight of your body held by the earth beneath you.
Every breath a wave.
Every wave returning home.
The harvest is gathered now.
In the islands,
This is the season of Makahiki,
A time of rest,
Of peace,
Of gratitude for all the land and sea have given.
Allow yourself to feel all that you have gathered this year.
Every lesson,
Every love.
Every letting go.
Old at all here.
Gently.
In your open hands.
And now offer it to the ocean.
Feel the waves come in to receive it.
And carry it softly out into the deep.
Where everything is transformed.
In this season,
The veil is thin.
Like the waves that travel across the whole ocean to reach this shore,
Those who walked before you have traveled far to be near.
Your ancestors,
Your loved ones,
The long line of souls whose songs live on in your own.
Feel them carried in on the wave in this tide.
Feel their love surrounding you,
As warm as the water.
Now allow yourself to step into the ocean,
To slip beneath the surface of the water.
Warm water.
Quiet water.
Sinking slowly.
Gently.
Deeper.
And deeper.
The light softens to blue,
To indigo,
To the velvet dark of the deep ocean.
Here,
Time slows.
Here,
You are held completely.
This is the new moon in Scorpio.
The moon resting in darkness.
Of everything that has yet to be.
This is the new moon to set intentions.
And here on the ocean floor a warmth is also glowing.
Fire deep beneath the sea.
This is how these islands were born.
Fire rising from the depths,
Meeting the ocean,
Cooling into stone.
Layer upon layer.
Breath upon breath.
Wave upon wave.
Until one day new land rose into the light.
Feel that fire within you now,
The quiet glow at the center of your being.
Your soul's own fire.
Burning steady beneath every wave.
Beneath every breath.
Mercury,
The messenger,
Travels backward through Scorpio now.
Turning inward,
Listening in the deep.
So listen with him.
Listen for what is forming within you.
The new land your soul is shaping.
Layer by layer,
Breath by breath in the dark.
Here.
Notice.
Or allow a word.
An image.
A feeling to rise.
Something true.
Something that is yours.
This is your seed for this new moon.
This will give birth and growth to your intention.
Hold it as the ocean holds the fire.
Patiently.
Lovingly.
And soul's reminder.
What is born in the deep rises in its own time.
Here in the deep before you begin to rise.
You hear your soul song.
Your song of uniting love.
Echoed by the deep.
By the whales.
By the dolphins.
Air cold.
By the sea creatures around you.
And slowly and gently you are carried upward.
Through the water.
Through indigo.
Through blue.
Toward the first shimmer of light.
Here,
Your face meets the warm night air.
Above you the dark new moon and the stars of the Pacific sky.
Breathe in deeply.
Feel the shoreline beneath you.
New land,
Steady and strong,
The island that you are.
Carry your intention with you into this new cycle.
Knowing your seed.
Has been planted in the deep.
Allowing it to be nourished by the waters of Scorpio.
Allow it to rest,
To root,
To rise.
Begin to feel your body beneath you.
The rest of your intentions.
As you breathe in and exhale.
Wiggle your fingers and toes.
And when you are ready,
Only when you are ready,
Softly open your eyes.
Go gently.
Into the light of this new moon.
Dear soul.
