Hat Trick Moon

January ’18 has been a month of full moons, a new moon and a best friend’s blessing of a baby girl, due during the trifecta, hat trick super total eclipse moon. Tomorrow, January 31st, a supermoon, blue moon, and total lunar eclipse. Born OF the moon if you ask me, because you see, her mother is a spiritual goddess who’s light shines as bright as the sun and stars combined. Moon child born of the moon shadow, one of my favorite Cat Stevens songs.

The eclipse will last almost 3½ hours from the beginning of the partial phase at 3:48 a.m. PT until it ends at 7:12 a.m. PT, according to Sky and Telescope. Totality lasts a generous 77 minutes, from 4:51 a.m. PT to 6:08 a.m. PT.

January is a month ruled by Capricorn and Aquarius. Signs that represent ambition, determination, responsibility, discipline; and progressiveness, originality, philanthropy and independence. Signs of the earth and air. On the 6th, the conjunction of the red planet Mars to Jupiter was illuminated by the red birthstone of those born in January. Garnet identifies with the root chakra, opening it, warming and grounding the energy to the root by drawing Earth energy into the body.

As I enter February, I’m fueled for all the creativity I’ve allowed myself in this one month alone. It marks a whole half a’ year of newlywed wifey life. I invest loads of energy and attention to my goals, little things that others like to call resolutions, I just call them “things that make me happy” or simply, GOALS. One of the many amazing books I read last year was “The Happiness Project” by Gretchen Rubin which helped visualize manifesting my own happiness, admire beauty and live mindfully and counting my blessings as they come to fruition.

So far this year I’ve been able to accomplished much, balanced with the reality of my personal shortcomings. I’ve started a new journal, attending bible boot camp with women at my church, finalizing the 100 personalized thank you cards and gifts for all the amazing humans that made our wedding a fairy tale come true, hand drawing birthday cards and put in about a dozen hours in the studio for work related art. Plus ya know that little thing called real work… And house work… And working. The moon-phase this month has me feeling like an extra tiny human on this huge planet in this ginormous solar system which somehow, makes time evaporate more rapidly. But a tiny productive human none the less.

Nurturing my creativity allows me to absorb it all with mindfulness, I’ve been blown away by the abundance of mesmerizing colors I’ve been admiring in nature lately, colors so vibrant I feel them through my veins. During my moving meditations, running the beach and listening to my beats, I get taken away to another dimension. Colors no cell phone camera could capture and sounds that generate feelings no one else could ever replicate.

My cousin recently mentioned something about my personality that I’ve never realized that anyone else had even recognized. She thanked me for being such a great role model by always being so loving to everyone and sending positive vibes. I know I’m not the best at accepting compliments, but that is one of the sweetest things anyone’s ever told me. Not a day goes by I don’t think about that, as an artist and my own worst critic, it’s a good ol’ slice of humble pie, that for me, is initially a little hard to swallow. I feel that because I actually love “too much”, to the point I feel it’s become like a fault of mine. Another beautiful disaster. But sometimes that’s what it takes to recognize beauty. Isn’t it?

So I’m just going to keep writing these blogs as if people would actually read them. As I try not to pay much mind to that… For those who do listen, here are some cosmic tracks to fill your ear-holes with during the trifecta, hat trick super total eclipse moon! Load up that ~ Spotify drum and bass playlist ~ and turn it UP.
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Love & Marriage

The Possibilities Are Endless

Preparing my body for parenthood is the best thing that’s ever happened to me aside, of course, to falling in love with the man of my dreams, becoming his wife and building our future together. Surprisingly, giving up my beloved wine is actually loads easier than I originally anticipated. Yayah! Cooking up a mini Clark for my husband will be worth every moment I’ll ever endure. Bonus: he’s going to be such a great father!!

I pray he harbors the same amount of confidence in both himself and I, as we secure the foundation of our marriage and family. I witness on a regular basis, since our fairy tale wedding, the amount of energy and intention he puts into our relationship that I’d previously only been afforded a glimpse of over the years. It’s beyond motivating and assuring, it makes me fall in love with him all over again, every single day.

Perfection Is A Myth

Not all days are made of pure gold, but it takes those moments for the opportunity to apply the aforementioned intention to the imperfections in our lives. Aside from that, it’s also humbling! It forces me to step back and view a broader perspective and literally makes me want to be the best version of myself, for my husband.

Like the book The 7 Rings of Marriage speaks of, my marriage is not about me. It’s about my husband. As his marriage is about me. And that is what makes us, Team Us. The one and only. That takes courage and selflessness which not only makes me a better wife, but also a better friend, daughter, sister, aunt, cousin, teacher, peer, acquaintance…

Being a wife to my husband feels very different to me than the years spent as his partner. It generates a purpose for my life that I never imagined and provides more meaning into every detail of my life, from daily chores, tasks and errands, to life long goals and checking items off that bucket list. Taking on the roll of wifey makes me appreciate more of the small things because they fill the tank that fuels the longevity of our commitment. I more easily recognizing the substance that maintains the relationships of others, as well as wares down my patience for the amount of mockery society prefers to place on the institution of marriage.

Understanding that marriage means different things to different people, and being okay with that, is much like religion. It helps me focus on what I want out of marriage and what I want to put into it, and contrariwise, what I don’t. Because marriage is not a joke. Marriage isn’t a game. It’s a sport. With rules, boundaries, leaders, teamwork, consequences, injuries, sacrifices, training, determination, healing, camaraderie, practice, and loads and loads of goals. And of course, a mascot, supportive fans and an unconditional love for the sport!

Welcome to my documented journey, freshie wifey, motherhood minded, health and fitness conscious way of life.

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