Several months ago, I completed an assignment about the “dark mother” in one of my doctoral classes. As I was writing the lesson, I had the realization that I wanted to take a monthly mini-retreat, a dark moon time. I planned to do this is accordance with my own moontime cycle, which doesn’t necessarily fall on the dark moon, but instead can correspond with the full moon. My vision for this dark moon time emerged into my notebook as follows:
Time of self-care
Transformation–stepping into fullness of power
Wildness of spirit
Deepness of soul
Groundedness of being
Time for mental quiet
Time for sinking in
Ask for help–seek and find guides
I also think about the place where meat is chewed off our bones–our strongest place. The place where we have grieved and despaired. Place where we have begged. And wailed. And the place where we have healed.
Darkness holds our DNA–our link to past and future. At the birth of the universe, some part of us was there. I do not find that dark automatically translates as “bad” or negative. I think of cocoon. I think of womb. I think of germination. I think of a place to rest, wait, be still and transform. Emergence. Deepness. Rich earthiness.