I had kind of a crazy moon day.

I posted this photo and had a whole blurb about the moon written…

but then I deleted it.

Posting the photo caused such a conflict in me.  I felt extremely self-conscious…

I felt stupid, I felt like I was being self-important and I felt ashamed- like who the hell did I think I was?

And its so weird because I always post photos of me.  As an artist… I have always used myself as the subject… even before digital cameras and selfie’s were the thing to do.

What was it about this photo?  Why was I so sensitive about it. It was nagging at me.

This morning in meditation, I received the answer.  Hagop took this photo of me… and when I first looked at it, I didn’t recognize myself.  I was like: “who is this woman?” I was surprised, but I liked it, I like who I saw… who I was.

I feel like he captured this side of me that I keep under wraps. This soft, vulnerable compassionate and quietly powerful woman.

I can’t believe that I was ashamed of her. I have worked all of my adult  life to get to this place of balance and grace and then I want to shame it back into hiding.

Im sharing this because it is an extremely important moment of recognition for me.  I don’t often get the opportunity to realize so very clearly… how the only person really holding me back from my full potential of gloriousness is myself.

So I am posting it today.  As a FUCKYOU  to the part of me that is a bumbling chickenshit. Out with the old. In with the new. This is real MOON magic in full effect.  Blessings to all.  ▲❤️☉▼