blood moon. {a simple ceremony with kids}

Back in the day.

Those days.  When him and I lived on top of that hill in that 1920's place with black and white orginal tiles in the kitchen, whose backyard overlooked Hollywood. Back when we got up early and did yoga with the smell of jasmine around us and still seemed to have time to walk down the street for Cuban cafe + fresh squeezed carrot juice + business owning and loads of late nights infused with urban beats.

We had all the time in the world, it seemed.  We worked and played and traveled and took the time for slowly planned meals, daily practices, and monthly rituals.  I had intertwined myself with a man, a partner, who pulled down the moon with me and set fire to papers and hung tiny pieces of fabric from trees.  I drew a good card somewhere in karmas ridiculous game. Lady luck:: maybe.

And then I got luckier.  Blessed would be the word. A goddamn full blown wild country road-of-a-ride miracle. Holy shit. We made a person and it was me that got to hold her inside and push her to the Earth.  And together we vowed to bring her love and give room to grow and I would make sure she was given the time + tools to discover her unique & sacred magic that she came here with. He vowed to be our Home, surrounding, protecting with intention as we worked the ways of the Earth and re-remembered the path of Mama Nature.

And then one day there were three! And three was a lot.  And life became what life is mixed with a quick glimpse of the moon and blow a kiss + a blessing.  Months would pass and in my mind I'd create altars with fresh flowers and rows of candles and crystals in voilets and magentas. I'd dream of when they were old enough to complete the circle we began together. Back in those days.

It takes time.  Sometimes ritual is enough to butter the toast when they are screaming at murderous worthy volumes and keep a smile on your face and a song at your lips.  Sometimes it's just enough to go for a walk every night after dinner under an ombre sky and exhale after a long day of rough + tough or breath in huge the gifts of an easy ride on glassy waters.  Sometimes its just the oil drip-drop in the warm bath and the tiny song sung before they finally, {not without the long, long struggle} fall asleep in peace.

And now my girls. Here they are. So big and bold and ready. Who they are and what they want glows in my face bright like the flames on wax from back in those days, but it's right now, here. They crave more and ask for it.  And so it is.  

Their most favorite time of the month is when mama 'get's it together' enough to set aside space for simple ceremony to honor the moon or a shifting season.  This full moon, the blood moon,  got all bold and full right before {tonight} Samhain {Hallow's Eve/All Soul's Eve}. We sat in simple ritual, a moon ceremony in our soon to be home :: the almost finished yurt.

Because I'm busy as hell and they are still small {9,7,4} I keep it really simple.  It's a practice, a story we are weaving together, but it's very accessible.  The golden key is to not feel "behind" or "not knowing".  Keep it accessible to yourself {which therefore continues the conversation going on with others because it's also accessible to them}. Ask what works for you and do just that, maybe even less. Bring in friends. Or your partner.  There are no rules here.  It's the moon for goddess sake. It's as crazy and mysterious as we are.

Because we aren't living at the yurt yet i gathered a basket-full of love from our current home to take over:

::beeswax sheets from a local toy store to roll + wick {or bring already made candles!}


::a jar of loose feminine sage gifted to me from a dear friend in Britsh Columbia + bowl for burning it. {or bring incense!}

::mamas stamp + ink pad {the one that happens to be my logo, a tattoo on my body, and was used to stamp my wedding invites 10 years ago.  It represents all the phases of moon, all corners of the earth, and all aspects of the woman. {invent your own symbol with a marker!}

::a tapestry {a sheet works, too!}

::ball jar full of water

::long piece of ripped fabric

::copper bowl {any heat tolerable bowl will do}

::Echo chose the goddess statue of Durga to use as our center {a symbol of Mother/creatrix is always nice}

::photos of our family

We laid out the tapestry in front of Durga who placed on the almost-done hearth my lover is building and we rolled the candles.  The girls got all crazy and cut out wax moons and spirals and Sula even formed the word "moon" and stuck it on one of the candles.


We all sat around the candles and Durga {i put on some mellow music to keep them chill and in the vibe} and we passed around the sage, rubbing it with our fingers, getting it all dusty, and sprinkling it in the bowl... and then lighting it up into smoke of bliss and smudge.  We got up and walked around the whole yurt, {well we mostly danced around it in sage smoke} and cast our circle. Then had a little dance party in the center to get our wiggles out.

Back on the tapestry out came the stamp.  I stamped each of their foreheads "you are anointed with...." and for each girl I said something different {and their dad} and my oldest daughter stamped me {they had fun telling their stamp story in school the next day}.

We wound our wrists with the fabric, together like a web, and then each one of us spoke of something we wanted to let go of.  As they spoke,  I cut them free and we burned their part of the fabric {kinda stinky} in the copper bowl saying goodbye.  We watched it burn.  And we all got a bit lighter.

Then I took out the ball jar with water.  Easy as pie, we all passed it around shaking it up and down, infusing it with what we WANTED to bring into our lives.  {The jar was then placed right in the moonlight and the next morning we gulped it down, yum}

Holding hands we sang many, many, many OM's.  Gave lots of silly and sincere thanks.  Gazed at the moon from the yurt's dome.  Put out the flames.  

Threw on some James Brown + made some delish hot cocoa and we shook it up some more.

And called it a night.

Simple. They slept like a charm.

Next morning:: "mama, nights like last night are the best in the world."

10 minutes prep time.

1 hour total.

Memory that will last their entire lives.

Living with intention.

Writing this practice.

May this moon fill your hearts with light until dark again becomes her.