Stay Wild, Moon Child

Posted on December 16, 2024 by Enchanted Seashells

“Stay wild, moon child. I will shine my full silver light on your path, Moon child. Trust your intuition and follow your dreams. When I go dark, go within and tend to yourself, set your goals and release what no longer serves. When I come out of the shadow Moon child, go, be brave, and to yourself stay wild and true.” Attributed to Riitta Klint

What’s unique about this moon is where it rises and sets — at the “most northerly and southerly positions on the horizon.” It’s a phenomenon that only occurs every 18.6 years. capecodtimes.com

This is called a major lunar standstill.

It’s mindblowing to think that my older Canon can capture this kind of detail, especially considering the moon is 239,000 miles away.

Low in the sky, not sure what caused the moon to be rust-colored, but it was gorgeous…

Fully risen; it was GLOWING:

To Live Among The Stars ⭐

Posted on December 4, 2024 by Enchanted Seashells

These are such exquisite words, it almost hurts my heart to read them.

“And at night you will look up at the stars. My star will just be one of the stars, for you. In one of those stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night. And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. I shall not leave you. There is sweetness in the laughter of all the stars….and in the memories of those we love.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince ⭐

A Little Fairy Magic

Posted on November 21, 2024 by Enchanted Seashells

I don’t know about you, but I need some fairies to perform a little magic right about now.

The Fairy Forest

The faery forest glimmered
Beneath an ivory moon,
The silver grasses shimmered
Against a faery tune.

Beneath the silken silence
The crystal branches slept,
And dreaming thro’ the dew-fall
The cold white blossoms wept.
Sara Teasdale

Art credit: Midsummer Eve by Edward Robert Hughes

Leon Russell 🎩 Bluebird

Posted on November 13, 2024 by Enchanted Seashells

The world lost Leon Russell eight years ago on November 13, 2016. He was and will always be the absolutely gorgeous Master of Space and Time. He is so very missed. I hope that our collective and continued love for Leon offers his family some small comfort as they remember his life. We will never forget him or his musical genius that still brings so much joy.

According to his mother, Leon Russell’s first words happened as a result of observing some birds…“What’s the matter little birdie, you cry?” She was shocked because Leon had never before spoken. For some reason, that sweet story touches my heart. Maybe it was a bluebird.

This Mary Oliver poem about a bluebird seems to convey what I can’t figure out how to say.

What Gorgeous Thing

I do not know what gorgeous thing
the bluebird keeps saying,
his voice easing out of his throat,
beak, body into the pink air
of the early morning. I like it
whatever it is. Sometimes
it seems the only thing in the world
that is without dark thoughts.
Sometimes it seems the only thing
in the world that is without
questions that can’t and probably
never will be answered, the
only thing that is entirely content
with the pink, then clear white
morning and, gratefully, says so. — Mary Oliver

Bluebird by Leon Russell

*Featured photo credit to Enchanted Seashells of scrub jay

StarLoveLight

Posted on November 1, 2024 by Enchanted Seashells

The Moon said to the stars :
Do not look at my dark side
for it is unseen by me
and unworthy of Love.

And the stars said :
I see your darkness and light
and love your contrasting nature.

Would it be love if I only loved
the half that reflected my shining?

At a distance you only see my light,
come closer and know that I am You.

Words by Rumi
Art credit to Jungsuk Lee

Dreams of Tea With The Raven King

Posted on October 28, 2024 by Enchanted Seashells

Crows, ravens, I love them all. How spectacular would it be to have tea with the king of the ravens.

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
Dreams by Langston Hughes

**Tea With The Raven King by Lisbeth Cheever-Gessaman**

The Lightness of You

Posted on October 24, 2024 by Enchanted Seashells

I wish that I could show you,
when you are lonely or in darkness,
the astonishing light of your own being.
— Hafiz

To Look With Wonder

Posted on October 18, 2024 by Enchanted Seashells

That’s me, always searching the sky for stars and last night’s supermoon, the largest one of the year.

Yup, I’m one of those “Look up at the moon; it’s incredible!” kind of people. Did you see it, too?

October’s full moon didn’t keep me awake like so many others do; maybe the additional magnesium glycinate I’ve been taking in the evening is actually working, and I hope so, because those moon dreams I experience are INSANE.

Each second, I am one second closer to leaving this planet
And so, I will
look at everything always
with wonder,
as though I am
seeing it for either
the first or the last time.
And I will choose to live in such a way,
that if this were my last second, I could die in peace
for I am proud of who I am
and let my final second show
how I have grown
and who I have become. — Tahlia Hunter

Artist Credit : Lore Pemberton