The Snow Moon


Last month, I joined over 1,000 women on a Full Moon hike in Griffith Park.  This was poignant in my life for a few reasons.  First, the hike was to take place up the street from my ex-boyfriend, K’s house and at the park where he and I spent a lot of time.  We haven’t been in touch in over four months and I had his dry cleaning (long story).  Secondly, one of my goals this year was to venture out of my comfort zone more often. So, I decided to go on this hike alone. Since a full moon represents “release”, I decided this was a good time to rid myself of K’s dry cleaning.  I knew I had to let it go in order to move on.  I thought about dropping it by his house on the way, but with the suggestion from a few friends, opted to donate it beforehand.  He had plenty of time to contact me to arrange to get it back and hadn’t.  On my way to the hike I dropped it in one of those green bins you find in parking lots.  The physical act of ridding myself of these items was really a weight lifted off my shoulders.

While at the hike, I made a new friend and was also witness to sisterhood in its highest form.  The feelings of unity and empowerment among the women were just what I needed at the time.   I wanted to find a way to bottle it all up and drink it in whenever I could.  I wanted to provide this experience to others.

Driving home I devised a plan.  I wanted to host a hike that was closer to home and a bit more intimate.  I not only wanted a smaller group of women, but the experience had to be just as powerful.  I’m not a natural born leader, but convinced myself that this was something I could do (again taking me out of my comfort zone).  All it took was a little coordinating and creating an event invite on Facebook.

Native Americans referred to the full moon in February, as the Snow or Hunger moon because of the rough winters, which made hunting difficult.

Before I knew it Feb 22 was fast approaching.  When I got the reminder on Facebook, my first thought was, “Shit! I HAVE to go to this!”.  The day of the hike, I did have a little anxiety.  Would anyone show up?  Would they have fun?  Would they be able to tell I was nervous?  Also, I was also a little concerned about leading everyone up a mountain in the dark, ( I think it was partly because of the warning signs for the mountain lions and snakes).   About 25 women showed up and all seemed happy and at ease, thus helping me relax.  Once we got going, and with my daughter by my side, I felt confident in my leadership abilities.

We had a little game of hide and seek going with the moon, but once  we reached the point where we had a good view of the moon, we paused for awhile to soak it all in.  I loved listening to the women sharing things with each other.  You could tell some of them were already friends, others were just getting to know each other and there were even a few women who hadn’t seen one another in a few years!  As we descended back down the hill, this time I witnessed the women physically supporting each other through the steep, rocky sections.  Though we weren’t a group of one thousand; we were just as bad-ass.

Last week’s hike was beautiful in so many ways, but it is just the beginning.  My vision is for more women to come together and release the old, renew themselves and regroup with each other.  I want there to be deep conversations and the births of new ideas.  I hope we will support one another in every dream, goal and desire. I want unbreakable bonds to be formed.

I stepped out of my comfort zone and enjoyed something that had caused me worry just hours before. I uncovered another part of me, that I didn’t know existed; I could not only be a leader, but I actually enjoyed leading.

Our next adventure will be to witness The Worm Moon on Wednesday, March 23.

Until then!

xo

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The February Experiment

img_5914-1    The month of February was called Februarius during Roman times.  Februarius was derived from the Latin term Februum, meaning purification.  The Romans held a purification ritual the day of the full moon in Februarius.  I found this intriguing because, in February I am going through a purification of sorts.

But for a better word choice, let’s call it an experiment.  I got to thinking, what would happen if I removed drinking and online dating from my life for the entire month (hey, it is Leap Year) of February.

What will happen if I stop drinking for 29 days?

I will probably save money and have 29 hangover-free days.  (insert 2 thumbs up emojis here).

What about if I delete my online dating accounts for 29 days?

I will have a lot more time and energy, less distractions, and maybe even more data rollover at the end of the month. (insert Big Smiley emoji here).

Over the last three years that I have been single, the majority of my recreational time has been spent either meeting friends for happy hour, going to concerts or online dating.   I can pretty much guarantee that had you seen me out at any of these events, I would have had a drink in hand.

So, I made a list of the pros and cons of consuming alcohol and as you can probably guess, the cons far outweigh the pros.  Drinking brings absolutely nothing positive to my life.  So why do I do it?  Why do I spend the money?  Why poison my mind and body?  I hope after this “experiment”, I can provide myself some real answers.

As far as dating goes – basically I am exhausted!  Online dating could easily be a full time job and if it were legal here in California, perhaps I would get into it (kidding).  But seriously, to put it simply,  my heart is in need of a sabbatical.

I have a tribe of friends supporting me by keeping me busy with things such as hiking, yoga, good food and meaningful conversation.  Plus, I am spending a lot of time alone and I am really enjoying my own company.  With that said, cheers to a new experience and the many changes ahead.  Who knows, maybe I will make this a ritual of my own…

Stay tuned.

xo