There are days where you feel thoroughly tethered to reality. You’re solid. You’re secure. You’re centered. And then there are days where you feel like you’re floating away, hanging on to the last shred of sanity for dear life. As we enter into the midst of the August eclipses, many of you will find yourselves facing down some of your greatest self-sabotaging patterns in one final showdown. It’s do or die. And when you’re in the midst of that showdown, it can feel like the world is ending.

In times like these, it’s important to find our emotional mooring. That word – mooring – has come up a couple of times over the last couple of weeks. It’s a sailing term, one which I wasn’t familiar with considering I grew up in a land-locked state.

moor·ing

ˈmo͝oriNG/
noun

1. a place where a boat or ship is moored.
“the boat had been at its usual moorings immediately prior to the storm”

2. the ropes, chains, or anchors by or to which a boat, ship, or buoy is moored.
“the great ship slipped its moorings and slid out into the Atlantic”

I thought it an interesting term to hear just now, considering my propensity for feelings like a complete and total space cadet nearly all day, every day lately.

When I visited Lisbon last fall, I met some incredible people. One of those incredible people had a really deep discussion with a friend of mine and I about emotional anchors – memories that can help bring us back to our happy place even when we’re in the middle of some serious negativity. I’ve used that strategy for a while now in various ways. It’s how I used to remind myself that I wasn’t crazy when my intuition started expanding and I was having a ton of paranormal experiences. It’s what got me through much of 2015 and it’s probably the only thing that has kept me sane in 2016.

It’s easy to forget, though, sometimes, and especially early on in this time during the eclipse window, I lost my mooring. I felt like I was floating, adrift at sea.

I had to go back and find some physical evidence to remind me of where I was going, of what I was here for. When I found that emotional anchor, it helped me realize that I was once again engaging in self-sabotaging behaviors. I was buying into fear-based beliefs about myself. But it brought me back to center, it reminded me of what was real, and cut through the clutter of the fear that was in my head.

So over the next few days, if you find yourself floating out at sea, look for your anchor. Find your mooring. Bring yourself back on course.

Also, be thinking about Monday and the intentions you want to bring into the world on this day of rebirth. You want alignment. You want purpose. Write out an intention…. and be on the lookout for an email on Friday that will tell you all about what you can do with it on Monday!

Thanks for being here,

Ash

 

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