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  • Luna. Beautiful moon. There is something magical about the 'extra' moon. The bonus, wild child, rebel of a blue moon. The one moon that encourages unique, quirky, individual you.

    I've been pondering what to do to celebrate this particular full moon. Something grand and spiritual that I do alone. Had a labyrinth in mind and an evening walk and meditation. As it turns out, my husband and I are escaping to the mountains to enjoy a rare outing of dining, hiking and sleeping in. I will enjoy this full moon over the Rockies, not alone.

    I had the great pleasure of studying with a lovely man earlier this year. An esteemed ayurvedic physician and surgeon. A poetic man who speaks so beautifully of his precious science of India. His experiences and wealth of knowledge he freely shares and I could feel how much he wants the healing power of ayurveda and plants to spread in the West and around the world.

    An interesting teaching sticks in my mind. I hear his words, spoken with a warm smile and a poetic Indian accent; "Never chant om alone. If you chant om alone, you will be all alone. And then you will be lonely."

    I understood his words to mean never chant om by yourself. Odd, I thought. He continued his story and revealed how the sound is not to be spoken by itself but accompanied by other words or sounds.

    I found this contrary to nearly every western yoga class I have attended. The beautiful doctor went on with his teachings and I understood that this universal seed sound needs to connect with another. Like an amp. It boosts whatever accompanies it, charging it with cosmic energy, whatever sound, thought, intention joins with it.

    Om shanti, shanti, shanti. Peace, peace, peace. Om namah shivaya. I bow to shiva. Om tat sat. Absolute truth. Om mani padme hum. Invoking the benevolent Chenrezig, the embodiment of compassion.

    For this blue moon maybe I'll chant om luna. Or om, om on the range. Or a nice long om followed by Hawkeye Pete's howl of the wolf. Or perhaps om cowbird, in honour of the words offered and the connection shared by so many brilliant souls around the globe.

    I will vibrate om to Ireland for Diane and her gardening husband, to Benjamin, whatever part of the world finds you at this time, to Sol and his paintings, to Kelly and her great wit and honesty, to Ray and his courage and incredible stories, to Wu and his teachings, to Immacolata and her strength and humour, to Barbara and her light, to Kendyl and her youthful wisdom... like an Oscar speech, many are going to get missed. I will vibrate om from the heart to all I know and all those I am just beginning to know.

    This blue moon will definitely not be enjoyed alone.
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