Prayer Portal

Two full moons ago I headed out into the desert at night to have a conversation with the moon. Seeking clarity, I needed answers to a situation, to a long-held pattern that was bugging me. I found a spot amongst the sagebrush, with moon directly in front lighting up the sky in the deepest blues. I started to speak, to ask, to inquire except the words wouldn’t flow, and I found myself stumbling over myself, without a response from moon. All I was doing was adding to my frustration.

I reached into my pocket and felt something familiar, something that felt like home. I pulled out my rosary, letting my fingers fall over the beads as round and smooth as the moon, and I began to pray. Not in the catholic sense, but in the ancient sense of how my body knows to plug those umbilical beads back into earth’s womb kind of prayer.

My body slipped back into neutral, back into the mystery my heart knows so well.

I made it around the first decade when a pair of silent wings emerged from the shadows of the horizon to my left. Grandmother Owl is flying straight towards me and as she reaches me, circles low around my head before flying west.

I continue with my prayers and on the third decade, owl returns from the west and circles my head once again before landing on a low branch of the tree to my left. We sit together in the light of the moon with only the sound of our prayer. Because it’s no longer just my prayer I’m speaking, it’s ours. We are now part of the collective.

I completed a full circle of the rosary and fell into silence in this triad of owl, moon and I. Me aware of owl, aware of moon as this glowing bright witness to us all.

We reach the end of a long out-breath, and owl lifts herself from the branch, circling my head again and again before heading west for the night.

It was then that moon seemed to fully awaken, and from her luminescence overflowed all her Goddess selves; Inanna, Isis, Mary, Kali, and more, directly into my heart.

Now we are talking.

Not in words, but refined consciousness as our prayer unlocked the portal to divinity’s response.

The purest conversation we could ever have.

Elevated out of distortion.

The answer is already here.