Meditation and Cannabis under the Flower Moon

 

I awoke at 3:30 am this morning, after snoozing my alarm twice, to greet the full Flower Moon at its maximum altitude. My fiancé and dog were still asleep, nestling sweetly with one another – paws and hands facing in the same direction. With a deep breath and clumsy sense of purpose, I grabbed my pre-rolled joint (something I twisted in anticipation of my invented ceremony) and made my way to the backyard. The sky was a warm shade of grey; the air felt light, crisp, and calm. And as I looked ahead toward my mat on our long, unmowed grass, my peripheral vision directed me toward the ladder to my right, leading me to the roof.

During the pandemic, my backyard has been a sanctuary. A place I can lose myself in. I created a fort, to escape into different worlds. My yoga mat lays in the middle of the lawn, inviting me to raise my vibration through practice. Then there’s the roof, where my fiancé and I often like to look up at the stars. When the moon is full, we celebrate the intentions we set during the new moon. Of course, I couldn’t resist climbing up.

I sat, perched on the roof as I lit my joint and took in the stillness, inhaling deeply. I felt the potent energy of the moon and closed my eyes, hugged my knees, and effortlessly drifted into meditation. Luna’s brightness shone through my shut eyelids and raced through my body. The cannabis promoted a tranquil, yet mindful experience as it allowed me to explore the hidden territories of my mind. Different hues of color replaced thought and my spirit took over, while my feet absorbed the light chill of the tiles. I felt safe and held by the moon’s current while my high remained steady, yet playful.