Soul Purpose: serenity and stability, regaining a sense of the sacred in the ordinary, a sense of having earned and gained by one’s own efforts, honoring good traditions and preserving what is valuable for future generations.
Shadow: Looking to another for definition, self-confidence, or too much support. Taking things that aren’t yours. Collapsing into a felt sense of emotional pain from previous lives, and adapting an overly serious, gloomy attitude. Going to quickly into studying the occult and transpersonal realities, and thereby taking a spiritual bypass on your emotional life.These are the 'Ole Moons before Mahina the moon becomes full; a good time to reflect and inventory the value of my life journey. Before moving on to new ventures or projects, or as Earth People such as my Ancestors the Kanaka knew, the 'ole moons were a good time to make sure there were no leaks in the wa'a (canoe). The week's focus in my Wa'a Mo'olelo, the storytelling workshop takes 'ole into account. Before starting a new storytelling exercise we review the practice and process of creating and using rope or cord to remember a story. I was stitting on the seawall steps with my friend yesterday. We had just finished chanting E Ho Mai, the Aunty Edith Kanakaole chant asking for wisdom; we meet Saturday mornings at the water's edge giving our voice to the Akua and what answers come. Pete was with us for the chant but as our time turned to grandmother talk he wandered on his own.
-Elizabeth Spring "North Node Astrology ... Taurus"
The morning was serene and the sky clear and beautiful. The tide curled in miniature waves of such beauty. If you did not notice you could miss the delicate movement or mistook the movement as an indication that the tide was coming in. The eagle ate in the eel grass up shore from us. On the seawall steps we perched and my friend asked me something about the Hawaiian culture. She said she knew how the Maori view the topic of breath but wanted to know what the Hawaiian culture said about it. Quickly I sorted through the index cards of notes in my mind the image of an old fashion Rolodex of cards and information remains. What I shared with her was a compilation of stories that are culture as I understand it, bits of research and experiences that describe the why and the how of a cultural practice. My explanation was a story rope that I had never shared in quite this way until she asked me. The setting and sitting with time after 'oli, after having asked for the wisdom to know the seen and unseen at the moment opened the way. Without expectation a question was posed and a story told. "I hope this answered your question," I said when the story was pau. She said it did.
Moments later someone called her name from the yard on the hill behind us. A young man, the grandson of our mutual friend was there to cut the lawn. He ended up coming to the steps with us and had a story of his own that would not wait to be told. The two grandmothers listened to his youthful tale and more than once I was slapping my thigh and hooting with laughter at his adventure. My friend had a phrase from the Maori to describe the tale that sought out the audience and recipient who would honor the story rope, this gift. It slips from memory that name the Maori give. But, the gift itself on this sacred ordinary morning is now a knot (or bead) on my story rope. With space between us, my husband and I knot events and sacred ordinariness onto our personal story rope. Air and ha the breath of life dances and we dance to be individual beings living a commitment to be coupled. While my friend and I sat on the steps we were available for the youthful gift of young adventures. Later still as I walked up the sloping steps to my friend's cottage she wrote me a check an "offering" for the work I do. I was not expecting it, but received it heartily.
The North Node astrology for Taurus from Elizabeth Spring is one of the markers and revisted stories I call upon as I venture. It's a healthy and helpful marker for me over time. This 'ole moon I get this PURPOSE: "regaining a sense of the sacred in the ordinary, a sense of having earned and gained by one’s own efforts, honoring good traditions and preserving what is valuable for future generations." SHADOW: "Looking to another for definition, self-confidence, or too much support. Taking things that aren’t yours." With space between the knots on my story rope there is room for my soul to feel at home in my skin. And, the hooting laughter? Priceless.
a hui hou.
