The Halfway Motel
And so we have now arrived at the half way point of this mad season, minced meat sandwiched between a lunar eclipse still pinging and a behemoth total solar eclipse on the horizon. Today is the third quarter moon, crisis and opportunity weaved into her waning, signalling the start of our very welcome descent into the dark of the moon.Riddle me this, eclipse trippers: what does your room in the halfway motel look like? Paint is peeling off your walls and the ceiling is surely cracking but are you breaking through or breaking down? In this peculiar place, it is kind of the same thing.How does it feel to sit in it? We are all either peering through our fingers as our eyes refuse to clamp shut or hammering on the door in the hope of sweet release. Not yet sunshine, it is not nearly time for the new moon door to swing open.What shape do the shadows take as they crawl up the walls at night? If they remain foreign and fearsome, into their bellies you must crawl or they will continue to haunt your every waking moment.The only thing that stops the walls closing in is for you to match their contraction, excavating your wounded parts and cutting out the infection. The dark moon phase is your skilled surgeon, gently and skillfully excising the mess and neatly stitching you back together.Scoop great balls of mire from within you and toss them into the flames, over and again. Blow or chant or howl giant lungfuls of your grief, your unforgiveness and your fear into the fire too and watch how it feeds a beast now outside of you. Breathe in the shimmering possibility that sits waiting in the space between breaths for you to claim it.Eclipse season is always hard work but as any good lifesmith knows, this is the time to go deep and really sink your teeth in. You will get there. This will pass. But until then know that I am just down the hall, living the dream and wrangling my nightmares too. Believe me, we are all in here together. If you need me, just holler.You can check out any time you likebut you can never leave~ The EaglesInspiration snapped this morning, glorious reminder of precisely where we lie, as we set off on today's journey home.© Kerrie Basha, 2017