May's Blue Moon: Returning to What Matters

This evening brings a Blue Moon.

Despite its evocative name, a Blue Moon isn't actually blue. It is simply an extra full moon on the calendar; a reminder that sometimes life doesn't fit neatly into our plans, schedules, or expectations. Perhaps that is why I find Blue Moons so compelling.

They arrive as a kind of interruption. A pause.

A moment that asks us to look up from the busyness of our lives and remember that there is something larger at work than our to-do lists, our worries, or the endless stream of things demanding our attention.

In yoga philosophy, there is a distinction between what is fleeting and what is enduring. Much of what occupies our minds belongs to the first category. The email that needs answering. The task that needs completing. The opinion someone has of us. The thing we desperately want. The thing we are desperately trying to avoid.

The Bhagavad Gita reminds us that peace does not come from controlling the world around us. It comes from learning to rest in something deeper than life's constant movement.

The moon has witnessed every generation that has ever lived. It has shone on moments of joy and moments of grief. It has watched empires rise and fall. It has illuminated celebrations, heartbreaks, births, endings, and countless ordinary evenings much like this one.

When life feels uncertain, the moon reminds us that cycles continue. Seasons change. Difficult periods pass. Everything is temporary. So perhaps tonight is not about setting intentions or manifesting abundance or getting the ritual exactly right. Perhaps it is enough simply to pause. To step outside for a few moments. To feel the air on your skin. To notice the light of the moon To remember that you are part of something ancient and ongoing. You do not need to become someone else. You do not need to have everything figured out. You do not need to rush towards the next version of yourself. You are already here. Already enough.

As this Blue Moon rises, perhaps the invitation is not to do more, but to soften.

A gentle reflection

If you step outside beneath the moon tonight, let her be a reminder that life unfolds in cycles, not straight lines.

Pause for a moment and ask yourself:

• What am I tired of pursuing?

• What would it feel like to loosen my grip?

• What goodness is already here that I have forgotten to notice?

• What part of myself is quietly asking to be welcomed home?

  
  

Om Shanti

Vicki x