Leonie the Moon Goddess…

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me at last full moon…
photo by chris

We CREATE our experience on earth.
We CHOOSE our lessons.
And sometimes they seem indecipherable, so encoded are those lessons in hurt and pain.
Nonetheless, everything is blessings-soaked.

I convene a sacred circle…

You ring the front bell, and hear soft tinkling in the distance.
You are greeted at the door by me.

I am wearing cloths of azure blue.
My hair lies curling, nestled around my face.
You are dressed in your finest goddess/god outfit. You are comfortable in your skin.

We hug gently. We breathe deeply into the hug, enwrapped in the embrace of dear friendship. We hug for as long as we wish. We part, and magic crackles in the space between.

I take you by the hand, lead you through the curtains. There, through the curtains, a circle awaits. A circle of beautiful faces. Some are familiar. Some you haven’t met yet.

In the middle of the circle there is an altar. On there, are feathers. Shells. Figurines of goddesses. Candles. Sweet smelling herbs. You are welcome to place whatever items you like on the altar. The ones that are precious to you.
I move forward. I place a rose quartz crystal statue of an angel on the altar.

There are rugs, pillows on the floor. You take a seat.
You are comfortable and safe and jubilant as something inkles within you. You sense you have been here before. You begin to wonder if possibly, maybe, yes maybe, there is a divine goddess within you. A goddess, a god who made a pledge to come back, to experience human life and human emotion, yet to find their way to this sacred circle (again).

You are welcome to take a place in our sacred circle. To wear those threads that make you feel impossibly, divinely you. To bring those sacred items with you. We all hold our hands. Declare the space to be sacred. Ask for seen and unseen ones to be present. To awaken us from our waking dream.

Here you may share.
Here you may breathe.

Here you can rest in the presence of conscious others.
The talking stick is passed around. A strong stick embellished with feathers and jewels and bells. When you hold this talking stick, you are allowed to share unconditionally. It is passed around the circle. You each have a turn.

You are in awe as you listen to others speak. How they share their journeys. You hear yourself speak, and you are amazed at this honest, courageous woman who stirs and bellydances within you.

This is sacred space.

After we have finished, we feast on chocolate covered strawberries. Succulent dips. Warm muffins. Grapes.

When you leave, you are changed. Because you never really leave the sacred circle. You have glimpsed the divine, in you, in others.
This is sacred space.

You are welcome to share about your divine threads. Your object for the altar. What you would like to share with the talking stick.
How you have experienced your days. Its gifts, its lessons. Your deepest fears, your deepest blossoming dreams. The divine that glimmers in you.
This is sacred space. You are safe, supported, held as you share.

With deepest love, Leonie


“i hear you mother earth”
photo collage of me
by ellanita arlee, leader of the jaguar temple

a w a k e


A person asked Buddha:

“Are you a God?”

Buddha’s reply was

“No.”

“Are you an Angel?”

“No.”

“Then what are you?”

“I am Awake.”

~ Unknown Source

thank you all so much for the scrumptious welcome backs…
i love “seeing” all of your smiling faces again.
i’m not ready to share yet about my time away,
i am taking the time to digest and savour for myself.
you know when sometimes you just want to hold things close to your chest for a while?
how the most truthful and honest thing sometimes is silence?

so for now, i leave you with some designs i did for the glorious cinzia

i believe in you i believe in you i believe in you i believe in you


back…

am back again…
feeling a bit homesick
& inbetween two worlds.
the pluses however, are:
1. I have sunburn & heat rash {which just screams I’VE BEEN ON HOLIDAYS}
2. I’ve had a fabulous time.

🙂

words that my wise dad in law told me have stuck in my head…
today i wrote them l a r g e in my journal on the plane home.

:::
when anything happens, do 3 things:

A C C E P T it.

T R U S T that you are guided, looked after, and that all is well in the scheme of the world.

M O V E T H R O U G H I T. as gracefully, stumbling, lovingly as you can.

:::

that’s all for now. i have many pictures…
but more importantly, i have memories.

my arms ache to be around my little nephew Josh.
feet want to be back there, strolling in the morning dew.

all is well in the world…

everything is soaked in BLESSINGS.

love
leonie


out of office…

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off on holidays…


we’re flying out tomorrow morning, back to my hometown halfway across the country to the whitsundays…

here’s what i look forward to ~

::: seeing my two sisters, becky and mooks, who i haven’t seen in a year… how things change in a year… how we move, grow, change, become, find strength.
my sisters are B R A V E… this last year they’ve ventured into the unknown, where wilder, tastier things blossom. new dreams. singledom. overseas travel.
i’m so proud of my two sisters, and can’t WAIT to see them again!

::: i can’t wait to take my shoes off and plant my toesies in the lush greeeeeeen grasses of home

::: my parent’s farm. i want to be there in the quiet, watching the sun rise over the paddocks. the mist rolls over the fields. the patter of vinnie the dog’s feet. the farmhouse, and the smell of rain as it comes rolling in. the soft nuzzle of the miniature horses that live in the houseyard ~ stormy and jack. watching the sunset down over the lake, over the mountains, from atop the dog’s large concrete kennel. i miss it there. the place i grew up on, was nourished on. the earth held me still. i’ll be there soon.

::: seeing the whole family. my mum and dad and big bro and sweet little niece and nephew. laughing over the large dinner table, the lavash farmhouse food, the blue wooden walls that encase my memories.

::: catching up with my sweet friend jade, who was my best friend in primary school. we haven’t seen each other in years. time has aged us, wizened us (perhaps), and inevitably, brought us closer together.

::: the beach. oh sweet, sweet beach, how i have missed you. my nostrils will make love to the salt that dances in the wind. i will bathe my toes in sand and in water.


i’ll be back next wednesday.

until then, i grant you the sweetest peace,
the knowing that you don’t have to prove anything, you are marvellous and beautiful just the way you are,
i will remember this myself.
i bathe you in the sweet light of athena, in the knowledge of great love and spirit,
i carry you in my pocket on adventures wide and small,
and i pass to you, on a small pink note, this:
you have all touched me. your words ring in my heart.
i turned, and i turned, and i looked in the mirror, and i found myself: glimpses of goddess.
how *you* see me.
i wonder how many times i have circled with each of you. held each other’s hands in the rain. helped one another give birth. go through initiations. dance alivened in the sky together, as cosmos angels.
i wonder if once upon a time me and princessraqs did go adventuring in the forest, making friends with bears.
and if i really did see maitri libellule in a salon, resplendent in her pink feather boa.
and i wonder if me and thistlegirl really were in instanbul to see the goddess.
so many other dreams and intuitions come to us. they seek to reveal to us the truth of our own divinity, of the MIRACLES that have flowed in our lives since time began, the connections we have made with each other.

i feel myself grow luminously stronger every day.
some days i feel tired by all the awakenings, insights, lessons, and i mule over the idea of being a spiritual slob…
but i know it’s worth it. keep on keeping on. shine, little love beans, shine, because it’s what we can do. to shine is our potential, to shine is our magnificence.

i love you all dearly.
each of you has given me feathers to add to my wings,
and so i offer to you, feathers,
to S O A R.

with love like integrity of earth, fluidity of the oceans, passion of the fire, vibrancy of the air,
leonie