moon cycle circle
Addendum to yesterday's post, to the shock witnessing a shredded web:
After I hit the publish button on yesterday's post, I realized that while my mind had sorted out yesterday's news, the physical and emotional parts of my being was experiencing the numbess that often comes with being in a state of shock. While the painting named the hopefullnes of a positve future, I saw a certain frozeness in the image. A good night of sleep and a bit of time gave space for the completion of October's moon painting:
Healing has begun.Hope empowers us.Action energizes us. No matter the outcome in days to come the reweaving of the fabric of our national community will happen.we are just not privy to the timing or the form
RGB and the new moon of October.
Painting the day of the a new justice vote.
Now reveals what hope, empowerment, action and energy look like. 
pink moon final.She brings healing for a new web of truth.
The day Ruth Bader Ginsberg died I painted the new moon for October and the collar of justice she shed that day fell on my painting of the pink new moon
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October Pink Moon unfinished.I painted the names of all the truth seekers I could muster over the next 30 days, but the painting would not be finished. This morning I woke, and during my morning meditation the image for finishing the pink moon came with urgency. Layers of paint and lace laid down with an intentionality of their own. As I finished the work the realization came: today an unprecedented action in the United States senate tore apart weavings of the Supreme Court. The energy of the moon painting for Walking Truth tells us that in walking our Truth faithfully we can reweave the web of justice. We each have our own path of Truth, our own contribution to this weaving.
October Moon 1 Acrylic & lace on canvas 24x24 unfinished.
I pour the crimson fluid-acrylic onto my palette. It pools, glossy, atop the lump of white gesso like newly spilt blood before running down in rivulets onto the wet paper beneath. It looks like fresh blood diluted and turning pink as it is washed away. Somehow, this month of the pink moon looks more like washed away blood than the usual joyful cotton candy pink of celebrating the harvest.
Just as I was standing at my easel contemplating how to paint the emerging moon cycle Walk Truth, Ruth Bader Ginsberg shed her justice collar. It landed on my fresh paint. Hanging there, it changed the trajectory of my inquiry.
How am I/are we to Walk Truth in this time when every attempt is being made to wash truth away? A passage from the book of Jeremiah comes into my head: "Stand at the crossroads and look. Ask for the ancient paths. Ask 'Where is the good way?' Then walk in it and you will find rest for your souls."
RBG’s death points out ‘where the good way is’ for me/us to follow. There is Truth in that path. It is made of integrity. There are footsteps we can trust. She offers us a mantle we can pick up and wear as our own. We are not alone.
My pink moon will be filled with the names of all the truth seekers I can come to know as I paint her through the month. I am curious who will show up as I seek a path of integrity and courage.
Independence Day and the Full Moon shared the fourth of July this year.
The teaching of this moon cycle for July is LOVE TRUTH. She seems to be calling out to us to love the TRUTH of our country, the United States of America.
We need a comprehensive and unconditional Love to face the truth of our country's history. Facing the truth in our country's history is the only way to manifest the vision for our country written by our imperfect founding fathers.
Like most communities, our town did not have official fireworks this year, yet neighbors cobbled together their own informal shows. I went outside to look at the full moon. A friend had texted me the moon was unusually large and exceptionally beautiful. A disorganized yet seeming unending barrage of flashes disrupted my intention of contemplating this deep yellow globe hanging just above the horizon. My feelings from earlier in the day flashed in my mind--I woke up feeling an ambiguous but deep grief. I moved through my day, unsettled by feeling, but trying to focus on preparations for a social distanced barbeque. When Alexa selected a patriotic play list, the identity of my grief made itself known: the meaning I held of this holiday had been torn away from me-not by the president, although he is the principle catalyst, but by the explosion of truth telling that is bursting forth upending every aspect of our lives. There was my grief; the meaning of 'independence day' has been shattered.
I stood in the dark, watching. Fireworks flared and faded, sulfur smoked wafted thick and then drifted away. This July full moon, whose meaning for me is a reminder to LOVE TRUTH stayed steady and unaffected. It is possible to love truth even when it is ugly and has caused deep and long harm. Anyone who has recovered from an addiction with the help of the principles and tools of a twelve-step program has this experience.
Our country needs-we need, this kind of love of Truth that explodes the old myths and lies and nurtures the seeds of possibility and potential that the visionary authors of our 'declaration of indepence' compiled nearly 245 years ago. We are a country in need of recovery, and we may not have another chance if we fail to embrace our truths yet again.
July's New Moon, Loves Truth, emerges from a deep dark Place.
As seekers of Truth we now have an invitation to acknowldege and be willing to embrace our country's history which powerfully, traumatically, unrelentingly, burst forth. During the moon cycle of Speak Truth which just ended, the deep and concealed stories of our country's truths spilled out on the streets for all the world to witness.
This new moon cycle has the ability to bring us solice, strength and the courage to continue to face these hard truths and embrace the courage to remedy the untruths the cycle of Speak Truth revealed. All that is required is our willingness to learn how to love truth in all her faces:
To Love Truth is to fully embrace joy and sorrowpain and pleasuretriumph and failurehistory and visionwith a full and open heart!
Inside the Soul of Speaking TruthRed Moon in the Making
CJFaivre, 2018, 30X30 Acrylic on Canvas
Every Full Moon brings two invitations. One is to let go of whatever it is in our life that no longer serves us, or that is harmful to us or to others. The second invitation is to offer the gifts we carry within us to those whom our life touches.
Most of us spend many moons learning to let go of what holds us back before we enter the space where we get a glimpse of what we can offer others. Over time, we spend more time in this space learning about the gifts of our own being.
To Speak Truth requires we know this space. I know this space as the 'heart of my soul'. The story of my life is here. I sit in the dark womb of this space with intention. In the dark my fingers are my eyes, and I read the stories of the life I have lived. They are marked on a red timeline in the heiroglyphics of my heart's own language. Here I learn to read the Truth of my stories.
Stories of my relatives are here, my ancestors, marked as thumprints of gold, they paint the walls of this sacred space. Touching these marks, I can read the Truth their stories have for me. A luminous cross of blessing is suspended in this space, and the wind of the Spirit blows through this space, refreshing both my life and my spirit.
Tonight, as I sit in my soul space, on the eve of June's Full Moon, the Red Moon shines down on our country as citizens are marching, standing up, kneeling, lying down and crying out for life, for justice and for peace. I am grateful for my timeline of remembering, and for the history of my ancestors, and for the blessing and life-giving breath of Great Spirit. May I learn from my history and the history of others. May we each visit the hearts of our souls and learn the gifts we have to offer and be willing Speak Truth.
Red Moon Madonna and the Storytellers Speaking Truth.Painting in Process; CJ Faivre; 2018-2020
30x30 Acrylic on Canvas
June's moon cycle brings opportunities to practice Speaking Truth. I think this is the perfect medicine to follow the cycle just ended (see: Closing Moon for May:what truths we have heard ). The legacy of the storyteller comes into play as we step into June's moon cycle.
On Wednesday, I finished listening to The Great Influenza by John M. Barry. Barry is a researcher and historian. I don't know if he would refer to himself this way, but he is a storyteller who Speaks Truth. There is a lot of story in 560 pages of the book-and a lot of history. History that appears to be repeating itself in our present experience of the COVID19 Pandemic. I began listening to The Great Influenza while I was sewing masks for front-line workers and family, shortly after we had begun to shelter at home in mid-March. I thought Barry's book could offer me a context for what was happening, and did it ever! But rather than being depressing, Barry's story helped me know that I/we are not alone; this has happened before; the suffering and loss is real and far reaching; there is a way forward; what I/we do makes a differrence. Barry's book also gave me a renewed awareness of how important it is to Speak Truth and to discern those who are the Truth Speakers.
During this June Moon for Speaking Truth, I hope to do my part as Storyteller and Truth Speaker through my painting. The painting above I started two years ago as Red Maddona. I couldn't find a way to finish her, and she has hung dormant on my wall for the past year. As I sat in meditation on the night of May's Closing Moon, the vision of who she is became clear. Red is the color for the moon cycle of June. The Madonna is scattering sacred stories to the world. Storyteller grandmothers are behind her; a child, with no face/or every face, reaches for her. Totems of the drum, coyote, trees, whale and crow (or tucan in you live south of the equator) are beginning to show themselves. All these totems have their own part in teaching us humans what it is to speak truth. I can't wait to see what unfolds, for I often feel the painting paints herself, and that I am just the tool for creating. I'll share in the blog as I paint and I learn. Thanks for reading.
Image: cj faivre; May Moon: Hear Truth 2020 Acrylic on Canvas 10X30
This is a long post-It's been a long cycle!
The fifth moon cycle invites us to become willing and attentive to Hearing Truth. The gift this moon cycle offers is the practice of patient listening. In our current time of upheavel and uncertainty in our communities and countries, many voices are coming at us from many directions and sources.
I know that for myself, it has not been easy to be patient when those voices are loud and persistant about their version of 'truth', or when the voices speak for and devision. By the time May's new moon began (April 22nd) there were already so many voices from so many sources, I often found myself in a state of uncertainty about where to set my trust for helpful guidance. My days end in a weary kind of exhaustion.
In inspiration for the May moon cycle painting came on an evening walk at the end of one of those days. It was the first non-rainy day of the cycle and the moon was showing a sliver of crescent. May's new cresent moon rose just above a convergence of electric poles, wires and an ancient elm at the
corner of Illinois and Summit streets; the planet Venus hung in the background, as if in witness. I stopped and looked up, struck by the symbolism. Poles reaching to the sky as if in competition to reach the moon first. Wires crisscrossing in all directions, grandmother tree appeared to arch away from the chaos. May Moon- Hear Truth-hung present, rising above, resting above, it all.
I sensed this a powerful image, a lesson from Mother Moon. I determined to paint the visual gift she offered me. As I painted over the course of the next ten days, her message for me became clearer: In this age of quantum technology, there IS an onslaught of voices, from all directions. Hearing what is Truth is complicated during this time.
May moon invites us to move through the cycle we are experiencing as she moves through her cycles. First by recognizing the newness of the cycle; next, in the waxing phase, take time to take without attachment what is being presented. Then, in the light of the full moon we can focus and begin to discern what we are hearing. During the time of the waning moon as this cycle moves toward closure, she teaches us to shed what does not resonate as truth.
Were are now at the the time of the 'closing moon', or 'dark' moon. we are invited to rest, to integrate what we now know, or perhaps to reflect on questions we may need to ask for more clarity. There will be time for this asking in the new moon to come when we experience the Moon of Speaking Truth. But for now, Moon's message is to be patient, to observe what is unfolding, to let go of what does not resonate, to rest, and to listen for questions that will rise as we prepare to learn to Speak Truth.
May Moon invites us to listen, and listen, and then listen ever deeper. I like to think that the color black, the imagery of a 'black' moon, inviting us to hear intently during these weeks of the waxing moon to what is deep within our own hearts and psyches. This kind of hearing is the kind of listening that happens in times of blackness (like this current experience of being in the dark about the path of the pandemic). If we we are patient enough to learn to listen in this way, we will be amazed and guided by what we hear.
This is the truth John of the Cross listened for and finally heard during his Dark Night of the Soul. Jacob wrestling with the angel in a night so black he could not see his foe, listened and heard his true name. This is the transformation toward truth that happens on Vision Quest, sitting in prayerful silence in dark nights of solitude.
If we can practice hearing the truth within our own being during these days of the waxing moon, we will be better prepared to hear what is truth in the cacophony of words in media, politics, and promoters.
I am thinking these days about what it would look like to walk around all day as a wise women. Currently, being ‘wise’ feels more like an awareness that descends upon me, or into me, and I either have wisdom, or I don’t. Fortunately-the “I don’t have it” times are usually relegated to something going on in me personally, rather than in my professional work—which is a VERY good thing! And, my personal struggles certainly bring understanding and compassion to my work as well.
When I am not in my center, I don’t seem able access to wisdom—or it is very difficult to do this. It is during these times that I feel separate from the person I would like to be. For example: I have a vision of myself as a writer. I do write. I have stashes of notebooks filled with thoughts and ideas. But, I have not manifested being a writer as part of my external identity. There is something that happens inside me when I set a plan for my ‘writer self’ to be active. I get tired. I get distracted. I feel anxious. I feel disoriented. I feel VERY resistant to the act of writing. All these are symptoms of being out of my 'center'. During these times, I am not aware Wisdom is available to guide or inform me. It was only when I sat down to write about my flailing around and feeling like such a failure all day that I was able put anything down on paper. I gave over to the feelings going on inside. I stopped trying to stop doing what I was doing. I sat down and wrote all the X!$&#! I was feeling . (Good for you I'm not sharing that part). I was able to write that stuff- I stopped trying not to be what was going on inside me. I acknowledged and accepted my feelings. It was at this moment I felt an awareness--actually, I felt a kindness come in to my body, I think that this is Wisdom coming in.
I feel I have learned a bit more about Wisdom: She is a companion and she is ready to inform my life. Remembering the advice from January's clan mother-listening with the heart, catching enough stillness to allow what is, is enough for Wisdom to enter. The waxing moon as she grows to fullness reminds me I have this capacity, too.