free newsletter Deb Webber - December 2024


In our gathering spaces, let us embrace the beautiful acknowledgment of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples, fostering a culture of respect and understanding that honors their deep connection to the land, and inspires us to actively listen, learn, and collaborate toward a future enriched by diversity and reconciliation.

I pray that you all had a fabulous Christmas Day, and even though the saying goes that it's a silly season, Christmas is truly about love and connection; my heart is full of affection for my sisters and brothers to the end of the universe, which never ends. Happy New Year for 2025! I pray that it brings you joy, laughter, and countless cherished moments together.

As we approach the new year, it might be worthwhile for each of us to take a moment to reflect on the lessons and experiences of the past year, contemplating how we can shape a more fulfilling and purposeful future in 2025.

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As we step into the vibrant and hopeful landscape of 2025, I find myself filled with gratitude for the incredible journey we shared in 2024. A heartfelt “Happy New Year” to each and every one of you! Your unwavering support and love have been the cornerstone of my endeavors, and I want to take a moment to express my sincerest thanks.

The past year has been a year full of experiences of connection, learning, and personal growth. Together, we have navigated the challenges and celebrated the joys, forming bonds that transcend the digital space. It has been a privilege to witness your journeys, your triumphs, and even your struggles. Each story shared and every moment of vulnerability has enriched our collective experience, and I am deeply thankful for the trust you’ve placed in our community.

As we look forward to 2025, my excitement grows for the precious moments we will create together in our Soul Family online gatherings. These gatherings have become a sanctuary for us—a space where we can connect on a soul level, share insights, and uplift one another. Each session is a beautiful reminder of the power of community and the strength we draw from one another.

In the coming year, I am committed to enhancing our gatherings. Expect new themes, interactive activities, and perhaps some surprise guests who will bring fresh perspectives and wisdom to our discussions. I want to ensure that each gathering feels like a warm embrace, a reminder that we are not alone on this journey.

Moreover, I invite you to engage with me in shaping these experiences. Your feedback, suggestions, and ideas are invaluable. Together, we can create a space that resonates with our collective desires and aspirations, making each gathering even more meaningful.

As we embark on this new chapter, let’s carry forward the lessons we’ve learned and the love we’ve cultivated. Let’s be the architects of our dreams, supporting one another as we strive for our individual and collective goals. I truly believe that the bonds we share will illuminate our paths and help us achieve greatness in all its forms.

So, here’s to 2025! A year brimming with opportunities, connection, and growth. I cannot wait to see all your beautiful faces, to hear your stories, and to create new memories together. Thank you for being a part of this incredible Soul Family. Your presence is a gift, and I look forward to all the magic we will create together in the year ahead.

With love and gratitude,

Love of oneness, Deb xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx0000000xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxoooooooooooxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx0000000xxxxxxxxxxxxxooooooooo0000xxxxxxxxXXXXXX

SELF HEALING

Life's journey inevitably presents us with challenges that can leave us emotionally and mentally depleted. Making healing a priority is not a luxury, but a necessity for navigating these complexities. It's about consciously acknowledging our pain, allowing ourselves to feel it fully, and actively pursuing growth and recovery. This process isn't meant to be a solitary endeavor; seeking guidance from therapists and leaning on the support of loved ones or communities provides crucial perspectives and validation. The path to healing, while unique for each individual, often involves stages like awareness, acknowledgment, acceptance, feeling the pain, forgiveness, and ultimately, moving forward. Beyond these stages, practices like reducing stress, engaging in creative pursuits, spending time in nature, connecting with others, and prioritizing physical health, all contribute to a robust foundation for mental wellness.

The concept of self-healing underscores the inherent power within each of us to foster our well-being. It’s an intentional process, where we take active steps to address and improve our own state of mind and spirit. The benefits of embracing this approach are manifold, from increased resilience and self-awareness, to improved emotional regulation and a greater sense of personal empowerment. Self-healing can manifest through various techniques and strategies, including mindfulness and meditation, journaling, physical activity, creative expression, and time spent in nature. Importantly, it also involves recognizing that seeking professional support is not a sign of weakness, but rather, a testament to one’s commitment to personal growth. Therapists and counselors can offer valuable tools and guidance to facilitate a deeper and more effective journey towards healing.

Ultimately, self-healing is an ongoing and personalized journey that requires patience, self-compassion, and a willingness to engage in activities and adopt mindsets that promote well-being. Whether through meditation, journaling, exercise, or challenging negative thought patterns, these conscious efforts are crucial for building overall mental health and resilience. Embrace the support networks available, start small, and celebrate every step taken toward a healthier and happier version of yourself. The journey is unique, but the destination of greater well-being is attainable for everyone who commits to making healing a priority.

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Buddha saying

"Just as a candle cannot burn without fire, men cannot live without a spiritual life"

The moon phases for January 2025 are:

Here's a dialogue between two friends in Australia, discussing the moon events in 2025,

Setting: A casual outdoor cafe in Noosa Heads, overlooking the ocean.

Characters:

  • Liam: A bit of a space enthusiast.
  • Chloe: More easygoing, interested but not obsessed.

(Liam is excitedly tapping on his phone, Chloe sips her coffee)

Chloe: What's got you all riled up, Liam? You look like you've just discovered the meaning of life or something.

Liam: Better than that, Chloe! I was just looking up the moon phases for next year - 2025 - and it’s going to be epic!

Chloe: Oh, the moon? Okay… what’s so special about the moon next year? It’s pretty much always there, isn’t it?

Liam: Yeah, but how it’s there, that’s what’s cool! For starters, we’ve got our usual full moon on January 12th. And guess what that one’s called?

Chloe: Hmmm, not sure, a big round one?

Liam: (Chuckles) It’s known as the Wolf Moon, the Old Moon, or the Ice Moon. Apparently, that’s because wolves howl more in the winter. Though I guess our ‘winter’ is a bit different here. So, that's our full moon, then a new moon on the 29th of January, completely dark!

Chloe: Right, I think I remember something about that from science class in high school. So what's so epic?

Liam: The supermoons, Chloe! We are getting six of them next year! Six!

Chloe: Six? Seriously? What's a supermoon again?

Liam: A supermoon is when the full moon coincides with its closest point to Earth in its orbit. It looks bigger and brighter! The first three are coming up in March, April and May. The 29th of March, the 27th of April, then the 26th of May. So we are going to see some amazing ones.

Chloe: Wow, ok that sounds pretty cool. So, anything else?

Liam: Oh yeah, there’s another three later on! October 7th, November 5th, and December 4th. So, a fair bit to look out for. I was thinking we could try to find a good spot to see them, maybe up at Mount Timbeerwah?

Chloe: Okay, you’ve convinced me. Six supermoons in a year does sound pretty spectacular. Mount imbeerwah would be fantastic. But what about the new moons? Will we see much then?

Liam: Not see, but more, not see something. They are completely dark. The moon goes through eight phases, you know? New moon, then it waxes to a crescent, first quarter, waxing gibbous, full moon, waning gibbous, third quarter, and waning crescent, they just keep repeating every 29.5 days.

Chloe: So, it's a whole cosmic dance up there? That's pretty interesting. I guess it's good to have a reminder of what's going on outside of everything.

Liam: Exactly! And imagine getting all six supermoons! We should definitely make some plans.

Chloe: Absolutely! Let me grab my diary… and I’m holding you to finding that perfect viewing spot!

(Both smile, Liam still looking excitedly at his phone, Chloe now starting to get interested in his moon obsession.)

The Moon:

The old woman, Elara, lived in a cottage nestled at the edge of the Whispering Woods, far from the clamor of the village. Her life revolved around the cyclical dance of the moon, a rhythm she understood as intimately as the beating of her own heart. She wasn't a witch, not in the way the villagers feared, but a keeper of ancient ways, of stories etched in starlight.

The New Moon arrived, a sliver of darkness against the night sky. Elara sat by her window, a single candle flickering, and closed her eyes. This was a time for silence, for listening to the quiet whispers of her soul. She had been feeling lost, adrift in the currents of her life. With the moon’s absence, a clarity emerged. Her goal shimmered in the darkness: to write down all the stories she carried, the ones passed down by her grandmother and her grandmother before her. To plant the seeds of her legacy.

As the Waxing Crescent appeared, a delicate curve of light, Elara felt a stirring of energy. She started small, writing a single story, then another, the ink flowing with newfound enthusiasm. Each day, as the sliver of light grew, her dedication followed suit. She arranged her writing space, organized her scrolls, and felt the seeds she'd planted begin to sprout.

The First Quarter arrived, a bold half-moon in the sky. Elara encountered her first hurdle: the sheer magnitude of the task. Self-doubt crept in, whispering insidious things about her ability. This was a moment for decision. She chose to push past the fear, to believe in the stories she held, to make the choice to keep going. She worked through late nights, her quill a constant companion.

The Waxing Gibbous phase brought a sense of refinement. She reread her stories, made alterations, and found her voice strengthening with each revision. This time was about growth, about polishing her work, and about letting the stories take on a life of their own. The closer the moon drew to fullness, the more confident she became.

The Full Moon bathed the world in its silvery glow. Elara, standing on her porch, felt a surge of completion. The first volume of her stories was finished, tied with a piece of embroidered ribbon, illuminated by the moon. She celebrated the progress, the culmination of her efforts, recognizing her own strength and determination. It was a powerful moment of clarity; she saw a clear path for the coming cycles.

The light began to wane with the Waning Gibbous. Elara now had time to reflect. She spent hours rereading her work, learning from her mistakes and appreciating her triumphs. She was grateful for the stories, for the journey, for her own perseverance. She released the anxieties and the doubts that no longer served her, allowing the Full Moon's energy to wash them away.

During the Third Quarter, she began the process of letting go. The unfinished drafts and ideas that hadn't made the cut were carefully put aside, clearing the space for new beginnings. She cleaned her cottage, preparing it, both physically and mentally, for the next cycle. An emptiness was left behind, but it was a peaceful one, a necessary shedding.

Finally, the moon became a Waning Crescent, a tiny sliver that soon vanished into the black canvas of the sky. Elara sat in the quiet, allowing the silence to settle within her. She knew that the darkness held the potential for endless possibilities. She had cleared the way for the next cycle, for new stories to be born, and she waited with a heart filled with anticipation, ready for the next New Moon.

The cycle would begin again, and so would Elara. Her life, like the moon, was an ever-changing dance of creation and release, of darkness and light, always moving, always growing, always returning to the start with renewed purpose and intention.

A supermoon is a full moon tharte moon occurs when the is at its closest point to Earth in its orbit, also knownas perigee:

The old lighthouse keeper, Silas, squinted at the horizon. The salt spray stung his cheeks, but he didn't flinch. For sixty years, he'd kept vigil, his gaze sweeping the churning grey of the North Atlantic, a loyal sentinel against the capricious whims of the sea.

Tonight, however, was different. Tonight was a supermoon. He'd heard the term whispered around the docks, a relatively newfangled phrase for an old phenomenon. "Supermoon," they called it, as if the moon needed a fancy title to exert its power. Silas, though, had witnessed the subtle dance of tides and moon his entire life, long before anyone dreamed of labeling it. He knew the pull, the barely perceptible but undeniable increase in the sea's restless heart.

He remembered his grandfather, another lighthouse keeper, telling tales of the ‘perigean tides,’ the old name for what the young ones now called “supermoon tides.” They were barely stronger, the old man had admitted, but they were there. You could feel it, a slight tremor in the ocean's rhythm, an extra surge in its breath.

He chuckled, a dry, crackling sound in the wind. The young folk, with their telescopes and their neat charts, they worried needlessly. They fretted about disasters, about earthquakes and tsunamis, attributing far too much power to the moon’s subtle shift. He knew better. The sea was a mistress both powerful and indifferent. She answered to no celestial body, not even one bathed in extra brilliance.Silas climbed the winding stairs of the lighthouse, the metal groaning beneath his weight. He adjusted the lamp, the beam slicing through the gathering dusk, a steady finger pointing across the waves. Below, the tide was already beginning its rise. He watched it, not with fear, but with respect, a silent acknowledgment of the ancient pact between sea and moon.

Down on the beach, a young woman, a marine biology student named Clara, aimed her telescope at the lunar disc. She was eager to witness the supermoon phenomenon, to capture a photograph that would impress her professors. She’d read all the scientific literature, the meticulous calculations of orbital mechanics and the surprisingly minimal difference of 13% in apparent size. She knew, logically, that it was practically imperceptible without sophisticated equipment. Yet, a part of her, the part that yearned for the magic of the natural world, hoped to see something different, something extraordinary.

She adjusted the focus, a thin crescent moon peeking out from the edge of the telescope's lens. She studied it, comparing it to the images and measurements she'd memorized. The supermoon was there, mathematically aligned in its orbit, but to her naked eye, it looked no different from any other full moon. A slight pang of disappointment pricked at her. Had she been expecting too much?She turned her attention to the surf, the waves crashing rhythmically against the shore. As she watched, she noticed something she hadn't expected. The tide, though only subtly, was indeed higher, reaching slightly further up the sand than she'd seen it earlier in the day. It was a tiny adjustment, a mere few inches, but it was there, a tangible manifestation of the celestial dance she had been studying.

Clara lowered her telescope, a slow smile spreading across her face. She understood. The power of the supermoon wasn't in grand spectacle, but in the quiet, constant tug, a subtle influence that shaped the world in ways both seen and unseen. It was a reminder that even in the vastness of the universe, even amidst all the complex calculations and intricate science, there was still a place for mystery and wonder.

Silas, high in the lighthouse, watched the sea, the beam of the lamp cutting through the darkness, a steady beacon of guidance. He knew the truth about the supermoon. It wasn’t a harbinger of chaos, but a reminder of the delicate balance of the world, a quiet, powerful force that whispered secrets to those who knew how to listen. And he, the old lighthouse keeper, had been listening for sixty years. He knew, in the depths of his bones, that the real magic wasn’t just in the moon itself, but in the enduring, eternal rhythm of the sea.

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