Blood Moon Shadow

The eclipse cork has popped and so we begin the march between these two cosmic soothsayers. This journey is a neural reset, priming us for the Aquarian springboard as finish and start line.The first landscape we confront is the shadow of the Leo lune just peaked. Here we wrangle a great two headed beast, whose riddles must be untangled if we are to proceed.The bloody show still dripping from her fangs, the first roars and stamps her pretty feet, demanding to be Seen. Heard. Known. Loved. She rakes through the entrails that have been ignored, marginalised, downplayed, mansplained, rejected. The little child inside us all still braying for attention, hoping for praise, begging to be unequivocally loved.The second swallows her voice and hides her true face behind the first. She is the shadow of the lioness, afraid to be Seen. Heard. Known. Loved. She feels every judgement as a blow to her truth. Every rejection stings as deeply as the first. She withers in the face of slings and arrows, breaks apart. She has abandoned herself. Her fear has taken hold of her and her creativity atrophies.We see ourselves reflected in the watering eyes of both. We proceed by recollecting the fragmented shards, the pieces left behind or broken off. It is our mission to collect them all, hiding still in the darkest corners of our life. We reach deep into our medicine bag and find the suture kit, stitching ourselves back together again having reclaimed what once was tossed aside.We pull that little child on to our lap and whisper wild tales of what is to come, our presence the unspoken confirmation of our survival and our success. We kiss the sore parts better and allow her to climb into the safe space behind our ribs.The beast bows her heads and grants us passage through. We lift ours to the shimmering horizon and step back into the light.Art by @trashriotWords © Kerrie Basha, 2018