Dear Helen, Thank you for your sharing! And "yepp": it confirms to me what we women know anyway: "the best 'meditations' always take place in the bed." ;) With my very close friend and spiritual sister, we once had the chance to take ourselves out from the chores of life and service, went to hibernate into a village and found ourselves not being able to climb out of bed for 3 days (we shared a double), literally, and we just talked and talked -- and travelled far and wide, penetrated through layers, lifted veils, and shape shifted within and without... A funny story to tell maybe, but also one of the deepest spiritual works we've done in a long while... I'm so glad to read your experience. I was exhausted beyond words on full moons night and crawled to bed earlier than usual but was up at around 1-ish (a guess only as I don't have a clock next to my bed) and found myself sitting next to you, in the moon, as you say, and felt to hold your delicate and wise hand in mine. I felt your energy coloured by a life of deep acts of assistance, a kind of self administered bodhisattva quality, you know, a gatekeeper, standing at the threshold helping others to cross, but not yet crossing herself. I felt a delicacy and an aristocracy that does not follow money or status but is the mark of the carriers of a spiritual seed. And I met the little two year old girl, whose experience of separation lingers on into the layers of the solitude of a queen mother in service. I am still so very deeply touched by being given this chance to connect with you. Thank you. And I am not using this word unnecessarily. I thought of sending you some music... It's hard to find the original clip online, I only found this version, since it is by a not very well known singer, Anders Holte. He also has a track for full moon, but the one I feel like sharing with you now is this one: http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=L9BC_bRZPGU Womb to womb, R