Publishing for a Change, LLC presents Gail Dickert, author of #RecoveryInRealTime as she shares her trauma-informed rants about how ecological identity and trauma/grief work can transform our planet.

The lunar cycle brings itself to fullness at the end of a year that many have declared as their most traumatic, dramatic, and anti-climactic. 2020 draws closer to its end while this moon constructs the irony - brightness and a vibrant reminder to reflect the warmth of the sun…

I feel poetic.

Lost.

Angry.

Fatigued.

Inspired.

Curious.

Yet… like the waning year, I feel the white flag of surrender.

I have turned to the stars like they were angels.

I have prayed to the angels like they sat next to gods.

I have yelled to the gods like they ruled the planets.

And from Earth, I have touched the dirt like it was the goddess herself.

Still, the moon is the reflection.

And it is the mirror of light that waves so playfully at me tonight.

“What was your 2020 goal?” she asks with a wink.

“To live, to leap, to not die from trying to be in sync…”

My reply is quiet.

Not another rhyme could dare follow.

I took her picture, turned to my writer self and decided once and for all that the next step I take will dip me into the great act of reflection.

To be warm again

To shine brightly

To be the center of my own vision

To fuck punctuation and racism and status quo and capitalism!

Yes.

To breathe in this waxing love of light and shadow, I decide that I cannot be defined by the pandemic, the people who left, the monsters that still lurk, the witches that turned their backs, or the close calls with cliff-etched memories.

I am an Aries moon.

And she is not at war with me.

I am not in search of her.

Reflect the waxing moon.

Goodbye to the waning year.

I will return in January 2021, re-opening opportunities for coaching and connection.