Tonight, during yoga class, we received some yogic homework to honor this auspicious cosmic moment, the super moon: eleven moon salutations (chandra namaskara) followed by meditation contemplating the moon to be performed between 12 and 1am. The purpose of the exercise was to absorb this uniquely potent moon energy to channel into fighting the dark cosmic forces occurring in the world.
To complete the assigned task, we were to unroll our yoga mats and practice outside to absorb the full moon energy. Unfortunately, the only outdoor space i have access to is a narrow strip of public balcony that is the corridor to the front door of the apartments here. Nevertheless, I unrolled my mat to practice outside, the moon just barely peeking out between the leaves of the tree across the street.
Luckily, I had the good sense to put on some leggings under my dress because I spent fifteen minutes playing chicken with the next door neighbor. How could I engage in my freaky deaky white lady spiritual practice when he is just lurking on the other side of the passage, in the light from his doorway? Just put on some pants, focus on your breathing and remember to alternate feet. Soak up that moon energy, because your neighbor went inside and turned off the light so more for me, sucker. Let me see you combat those daily dark cosmic forces without that moon energy we have been waiting 70 years to receive.
