Silent timeless morning, gray mist dances by dawn's light, gracing all things with a divine glow. Faun you surprise me, transport me, awaken me to what is real. Large moist eyes rest as your soft mouth gently chews dew soaked grasses. My emotions pour, soaking me with love and appreciation. Leaving behind the boredom that happens when to much time is spent waiting for the next new convenience.

In this moment I feel the mist that moistens the deep dark eyes of the fawn, unlike moments before. Sitting quietly in the kitchen, steam from my coffee dances upon warm toast. I break my fast without reverence, without the mist that touches all things.

It is not my first instinct to let such mist dance in my heart and soul. With your dew soaked invitation I release into the mist. It swirls through my heart, mind and soul showing me that love is pervasive and ever present. My Memory gifts me with sadness. Feeling the mist freely dancing places that gift before me. Its wrappings untouched I walk from it.

A dry wind comes to where mist swirled and floated. Again I an idle, less comfortable yet more at home. Another silent breakfast hot coffee warm toast, consuming with out nourishment. Words read, lists I plot and name tomorrow’s shoulds. My body feeds its self wile my mind reads yesterdays news.

With in my heart I do not notice the unopened gift from which the dry dusty air flows. Submerged in hollow solitude, will my dismembered isolation be unveiled to me? The dust I choose to see has been my home. In the absence of comparison dust becomes mist with a questioning feeling that if followed would lead to the gift wrapped in sadness.

What is this fear wrapped gift? What blessings could there be in such an obstacle? To unveil the mist, this dense box must be opened. Dry wind blowing from its obscured interior blinds me. Apprehension burns my hands as I tug on its bow. Long deep breaths cool my hands as I acknowledge this unfolding. Tears come, gathering along my lashes, witnessing truth, cleansing my vision falling from my lashes my tears herald the mist. As acceptance morphs into forgiveness the mist grows thick around me.

Looking into the box my ego's reflex to fire a spit hurling yell releases into a deep cleansing exhale. Such protests I am spent in making. Mist blooms deep with in me. My heart opens to the cleansing waters of rebirth. Fawn, I have come to your calling, answering an invitation penned in my own hand, delivered in the chilly mist of morning, through the depths of your eyes.

Our lives, like the tides, dance within the influences of the moon's phases. Weather it is the diminishing energy of its waning or the strengthening force of its journey to fullness. With our focus and attention we can incorporate the strength and support of these influences in forging changes in our lives.

When focusing on letting go of a familiar habit or mind-set working with the energy of the full moon is best. Writing out just what it is you are letting go of and burning it as the moon passes from it fullness spilling its light and its strength over the tides.

This is contrast to the energy of the new moon. Ancient peoples worked with the energies of the new moon when planting seed or transplanting seedlings. So planting the seeds of new choices in our lives just as the moon begins its journey from darkness to light supports our ability to manifest these changes.

The growing or diminishing light and magnetic pull of the moon is an ancient force that has a profound effect on us and our planet. Its force can be a powerful tool we can use to help transform our lives.