New Moon in Libra: Value, Self Love and Soul Return

This morning on threshold of the new moon in  Libra I had a friend remind me of how it felt to return to oneself, to forgive oneself, and to feel the that rush of self-love light up the heart. Hearing her words I felt a wave of light and love for all of us when we achieve a momentarily feeling of deep rightness.
 
This experience reminded me of a chapter in Clarissa Pinkola Estes’ Women Who Run With Wolves entitled Homing: Returning to Oneself.
 
Estes tells the mythic story of the Seal Maiden or Selkie who, being both seal and woman would dance with her sisters in human form at night on the rocky crags at waters edge, laying down their sealskins, like suede coats.  One night while she danced a lonely hunter stole her skin and asked her to stay with him for 7 years which she did even when she told him that she could not be a wife, for I am of the other, the ones who live temeqvanek, beneath. But she agrees to stay and slowly dries out, loses her luster and eyesight. She has a child with the man, and it is the child who finds her skin, gives it back to her and offers her a path back to the sea, back to her skin, back to her rightness.
 
We lose the soulskin by becoming too involved with ego, by being too exacting, perfectionist, or unnecessarily martyred, or driven by a blind ambition or by being dissatisfied—about self, family, community, culture, world—and not saying or doing anything about it, or by pretending we are an unending source for others, or by not doing all we can to help ourselves. Oh there are as many ways to lose the soulskin as there are women in the world. 
 
The only way to hold on to this essential souslkin is to retain an exquisitely pristine consciousness about its value and uses. 
 
VALUE OUR RESOURCES
 
We so often underestimate how valuable our time actually is. Who are we giving our time to? What are we giving our time to? The world is lonely for comfort…and we want to respond. We want to support and love and help. And yet, what is this support costing us? This Libra new moon asks us to recalibrate. Nurture equilibrium. Support others AND ourselves in ways that show us that we honor and respect our time and our brand of love. This Libra new moon also asks us to dare the act of self-forgiveness for all the times we have stayed too long in places that don’t support, nurture and enrich our lives.
 
It is not exactly the rightness of a person or thing or its wrongness that causes the theft of our soulskins, it is the COST of these thing to us. It is what it costs us in time, energy, observation, attention, hovering, prompting, instructing, teaching, training. These motions of the psyche are like cash withdrawals form the psychic savings account. 
 
ON this Libra new moon I challenge you to take a look at your psychic bank account. Do you have a savings? Are you overdrawn? Are you living check to check. Are you in debt?
 
If we find ourselves at the depleted end of this spectrum I challenge you this month to start making deposits. There are thousands of ways to do this and you will know what this looks like to you but may include: Nutritious alone time, saying no to someone or something, finally working on a creative project, gym time, writing time, time with friends that support and love us, powering off our phones for the evening, making time to cook a nutritious meal, letting our children know that we need time to ourselves to refuel, taking a walk, a hike, making room for love, making love, meditation and play.
 
This new moon intention may work in tandem with next months new moon in Scorpio.  What we intend today will have a chance to deepen and take root next month. Scorpio likes to take things in, deepen and integrate.  
 

 
 
The Journey
by Mary Oliver

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice—
thou the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you ahd to do
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
thought their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voice behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and
deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do—
determined to save
the only life that you could
save.