In the belly
Moon 4 - Lunar Imbolc
I can sense a warmth of some kind amidst the darkness; something has begun to glow somewhere, my pulse quickens, and I feel my heart beating rhythmically in my chest.
As I turn a corner in the vastness, lunar Imbolc quietly greets me. The Chinese calendar says it’s the new year - four moons after ours, reminding me that time can be so ambiguous, my body remains less convinced. Even so, there appears to be a subtle reorganisation of energy. I sense a readiness within me, and all around me, the air seems charged with strength that doesn’t need to perform.
The centre of gravity instinctively shifts lower, towards the gut. The past month, I’ve noticed how decisions land differently. I’m not interested in display, just brutal honesty. The heat is internal, banked, and protected. It asks to be tended with love and care, not broadcast or released.
Something has ended and there is something beginning in the clearing. In the distance I hear a quiet hum. At that moment, I knew I’d been here before, yes, it was definitely the same place, and I get lost here, yes, like I’m stuck and walking through sludge on an everlasting avenue.
I glance at the full image of myself and feel something expand. In the distance, I see blue, the distinctness of Majorelle blue. I watch myself rub my knees and stand up straight - so familiar.
My eyes are drawn again toward the strip of flat blue, feeling the heat and the hum as I move like a magnet towards it.
