#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Not one, not two, but three. A day of three perfect walks on the beach. One solitary, early, with the dogs and a swim with myself and awareness of how the psychic work I am doing is moving mountains, cracking caves open inside me, light beaming on what was shadow.

One, happy, the guide, the host, showing friends the secret mysteries and beauties of this sacred place.

One, through the sand in the remotest of hard to reach beaches, with a car full of us, toward a party, a bonfire, the promise of a full moon sky, music and merriment. The moon behind clouds it IS there, whether or not it can be glimpsed, it's there and it's a light, and it's in our sky, our shared sky, shining down on us all. This is trust. Tonight, the moon is a higher power. You believe without seeing. Believe in healing and goodness and this human passion to make good and worthy things happen for others in the world. The moon blesses creative gatherings. Seen and unseen good works.