In the morning, she sat and waited. Thinking of all the little things that bothered her, she decided to make an offering. An offering to the Moon. Pink, she thought. It must mean love… It must bring love. Without hesitation, she rose and walked into her cottage. She rapidly collected all her treasures and blessed them. She said her loving words, and felt that it was done, that it meant something. She showered, and happily went on with her routine. Yes! She kept thinking of her offering. Yes! She knew, it felt right. All the sudden she didn’t feel bothered anymore. All the little things seemed to be taking care of themselves, by themselves… As the night approached, she got ready. Oh, she was excited. She felt such an urge to go outside, to feel the Moon shining upon her face. So she did, she opened the door and walked outside. She felt the Moon. She sat and waited. By her side, her offering. She thought of words to say, of spells to be created, of magical Moon drops falling over her and blessing all that she is. All the sudden, she looked at her offering. She rose again. She said to the Moon… But Moon, I haven’t even offered you my treasures yet, still, I feel so good. My troubles when away and I feel clear. Tell me Moon, what happened? I haven’t made my offering yet, still I was answered… The Moon replied, gently. Magical Moon drops slowly danced around her. They touched her skin, they made her hair shine. It was Pink! It was so glittery! The Moon drops started to speak very softly to her… It was music to her ears. It was beautiful. They said… thank you for your offering, and as you already know, whatever you offer, you really offer to yourself… the moment you rose this morning with the intention to feel better, your offering was already accepted… you felt better, you felt joy… remember my flower, my sister, that you are your own offering, and as soon as you think yourself to a better feeling space, magic happens. Stand still, offer your treasures, never later, always now, stand still, and become your own offering. She smiled. She knew it. Pink! Oh, Moon… how you have blessed me tonight! She slowly moved her feet. They seemed to want to dance, so she allowed them to. She thanked the Moon. She would always remember this. She would remember to feel good. She would remember to offer love and become love. Whenever she felt bothered by the little things, she would say an offering to herself, yes she would. Yes, she thought. The answer was always Yes.
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Dance through your day, allow your feet to play…
Méia Jacobs 