Black Moon Rising: Courage, darling! Your life is not an apology.

I’ll tell you right now, the doors to the world of the wild self are few but precious. If you have a deep scar, that is a door; if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much that you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door.
— Clarissa Pinkola Estes

For those of us in the North, today is the second New Moon of September. This is called a Black Moon, the first for us in two and a half years. 

The New Moon is an invitation to go dark, to get to the roots of things. And this has manifested truly this month—things are shifting. And by shifting I mean earthquaking. I feel like my life will forever be divided into “before September“ and “after September.” As one who longs to be graceful and tender in all her doings, sometimes my being asks of me more. More courage. Deeper truths. What feels, uncomfortably, like blind faith. And blind faith is rarely graceful. It's trippy and stammering and tearful and awkward. But, as is the nature of faith, I have to believe that even though I can't always see why or what lies beyond Now, I can trust. I can keep tenderness in my heart. I can say yes to Next. I will keep loving. Love upon love upon love. Both and. And things are different now. The way I show up, my approach to life and relationships and what I offer. Oh, Autumn. You and your clarity. You and your falling. You and your darkening light.

I've been in the subterranean labyrinths of creation and feel a little disoriented in sunlight. Words. Words are scattered. Words are being diverted to other streams and I don't have many free syllables right now. Half the time I don't even know what I'm saying. I've got that hunched-over-in-my-writing-cave rasp and it's not luscious. It's pretty much like hmm, mmhm, oof, and tall chili mocha, please.

Darling, what do you long for? What deep roots does the Black Moon invite you to examine?

Today is the orientation for what I've been hunched over birthing for the past few months in my writing cave: Dear Artist—a revolutionary program for women who long to heal whatever fear, shame, stuckness, self-sabotage and more holds them back from an abundant, meaningful, ravishing life. The guided, five week class begins Monday, and I was recently texting a friend who asked, “Girl, is Dear Artist for me?” And truthfully? I thought about her, my friend, who is so beautiful and talented and creative and who makes beauty everywhere she goes. How I love it when she shows up in my classes. How she doesn't need Dear Artist.

And that is the truth. Dear Artist isn't for everyone, and I'm not saying this as some kind of “gotcha” sales trick.

So I texted her back with this:

“You don't *need* this course. None of this info will be new to you. I do have some really thrilling assignments that I can’t wait to do along with everyone, but I would say the person who would benefit most and have something new to take away is the woman who always feels like she is on the outside of her life, longing and wishing for the Pinterest life—beautiful, evocative, photographical—or to be the next Danielle LaPorte—inspirational, motivational. But instead she is spinning her wheels, getting older, feeling held back and stuck. So while it’s about art and for artists, it’s more about life and lifemaking, and moving through fear, shame, and whatever makes us stuck or paralyzed in our own living. I have to say, though, that seeing the people who have signed up, artists of all kinds, creative women, deep women…the community is going to be spectacular.”

It's not for everyone. Only you will know if it's for you.

And so, if you need clarity, energy, guidance, and creative, soulful satisfaction...

If you desire to live deeply from your soul and express yourself and your meaningful, authentic truth...

If you hunger to embody your life without apology...

If you long for resonance, transcendence, connection to the Divine, to hold in your body the sacred ache of beauty...

If you feel held back, paralyzed, stuck, burned out, exhausted, like you're barreling through your decades and running out of {life}time...

Maybe you have a secret desire to heal and change lives but feel unworthy because you can't even heal or change your own...

If you are gripped with a deep soul hunger to have a beautiful, meaningful, transformative life, Dear Artist can help you root into your longing and make your life a work of art.

Come home.

Courage, darling! Your life is not an apology. Be brave. Let us see your ravishing light.

 Darling, you are cordially invited to your very own life.

Creative SoulHillary Rain