What do you stand for?
Whenever my friend, Connie, feels challenged in life and is not sure what to do, she contemplates these five words that her mentor drummed into her many years ago. “All I have to do is say them aloud,” Connie explained, “and I feel centered and focused again.”
Cosmically, it is all coming together—wildish energy, unavoidable challenge, self-doubt, reaffirmation and renewal—under April’s Full Pink Moon coupled with a lunar eclipse in Scorpio.
Now is a good time to wake up as wild ground phlox gets the jump on other flowers and bursts into brilliant pink blossom. Because it is first, phlox is a herald of sorts, announcing that it is time to step forth into the raiment of your best intention and biggest dream.
Don’t you feel the urge to get moving? Do you have a well to dig, a school to buy supplies for, a community kitchen you want to support? Would you like to take your primary relationship to the next level, or reconnect with a long-gone friend? There is no better time and place than right now, right here.
On the day of the eclipse and the Full Pink Moon, I will experience my own wild regeneration. In the morning I’ll check into the hospital, be rendered unconscious, then have my heart stopped and restarted with an electrical jolt that will (we hope) restore a regular heartbeat. I am looking forward to this quite literal resurrection, and as I go under, I will be focusing on the words of Connie’s mentor—What do you stand for? I am certain to wake up with greater energy, and I hope, clarity.
More than ever, there is work to be done, and each of us has an indispensable part to play in a global healing effort. Try this. Sit quietly for five minutes, breathing naturally, and contemplate these five words: what do you stand for? Then open your journal and write down the images and words you saw in your contemplative state. This is your outline for opening yourself and dazzling the world—like phlox.
Here is a poem for this occasion by my mentor, the late Frederick Morgan, whose birthday is April 25th. This is Section 7 of his Blue Hill Poems.
Nothing is better than seaweed on rocks
and barnacles that scrape
and the harsh rub of granite
and the wind from the south bringing salt
except the sight of you naked—
Venus of every day—
arms lifted, balancing lightly
as you enter the naked wave.