Conversations with the new Moon

Dear Moon;

What am I?
You, my dear child, are a glistening pearl.

Where did I come from?
A far galaxy, shaped as a tree.

Do I need a mood stabilizer medication?
No, you need to listen. Listen to your guidance, It is easier than you think. 
We are created equal, as sensitive as a fish. Your insides are jelly. Like those of a transparent kind.
Your tentacles are your feelers more sensitive than you know, They work well for you, just listen to them. 
My dear, you are as sensitive as a cats whisker, the vibrations of a slight breeze bring much knowledge to you. We are always here for you, bellowing in. You take us in as though you are a sponge. Your porousness allows you to breathe us in. You have had a difficult time breathing in in your toxic environment. This is normal. You have bared much darkness. We hear what you say to yourself, we wish for you to feel kindness towards yourself. In times of desperation, this is why you run. You fill up and release faster when you move. When you become anxious, you must do as the jellies do. Suck in the life around you and propel forward. You are ready.
Life really is cosmic soup. The ocean is your air, and you its jellyfish. You wear your insides on your outsides. 
You are easily swayed by the tides and currents, you need not know where you are.
Just know that we are with you. I am ever on your shoulder. 
Feel the wind. Listen deep. Its is simpler than you think.

FLY

The cats, the dog and I sit curled up with ourselves. Snuggled up. We watch the rain hit the ocean, the tree's leaves and we listen to the tip tapping on the roof. I think it must be a day to rest. 

Then I look out and see the seagull, mid flight, having a ball. Swooping down to the ocean and plucking out a meal, perhaps. Mocking and playing with the other seal's head that pops out of the water. The seal isn't bothered by the rain either. I look out further and oh my! It looks like a party out there! The seagulls are plenty. They seem as though they are playing games. Full of life and excitement, one, two, three... flap, flap, flap. I swoop, now you swoop! Tag! Your it, FLY!! All together now. 

Excitement oozes out of them this rainy morning. This grey-pitter-patter day. 

Now they make music together. Among the sounds of the rain the joyful "Caw, Caw" and high pitch shrieks are musical. 

There goes the seal again. Just before he goes down into the water he lifts himself up out of the water slightly, to take a deep breath. Perhaps as his lungs fill with air he becomes more buoyant and that is what makes him rise slightly out of the water. I suppose that's what makes us all rise. Breath. Breathing in spirit, and when we die, we let go of our breath and sink into the earth. Now the gulls have all took flight. They are circling, dancing, flapping, mingling, enjoying the breeze.

Flapping up, Up, UP, now straighten out your wings, turn your body to the side and SWOOP down. Amazingly missing the other gulls on a similar path. 

They're all gone now, behind the point. 

Oh! Here they come! All together, what a rush! They look so free, free to climb upward so easily. Now it looks like they're playing leap frog! And then they all take flight together, what amazing communication. That would be lovely. I wonder if they doubt themselves, doesn't look like it. But I suppose the grass is similar shades on both sides of the fence. Life is no easier for them then it is for me, no more beautiful, no more. 

Just for a day, can I be a seagull? 

Can I fly too? 

Can I play silly games and be part of a community, all together. 

On these rainy dreary days I would fly-dance too.