Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Last night's crazy, ringed moon. Pretty star or planet on the left side of the pic, isn't it?
I was born at the dark moon which might be why I struggle so with the full moon. Should say, not EVERY full moon, though - more often than not - I flinch when I see the shiny disc in the sky. I can't help it, and btw I am not the only one who has ever felt this way. Think of the poor wolfman. The full moon brings a buzzy, shouting energy that I find overwhelming. I want to run and hide, but there's no hiding from Luna, c'mon.
Way back in the 90s, I drew down the moon one time in the middle of an epic witch camp, surrounded by a hundred campers and my fellow teachers. What I remember is an ethereal voice coming out of my own mouth, an eerie wailing sound (was that really me?) my head tilted back, my eyes wide open. I wailed/sang/called LOOOOOONAAAAAAHHHHHH! over and over again with the same passion that Marlon Brando exhibited in the famous scene from A Streetcar Named Desire.
Important disclaimer: I never made out with the moon, I promise. Eww.
At the time I had no idea that my relationship with the moon was so passionate. Again I must say I'm not the first, nor the last, to go a bit crazy under its influence. After the wailing I'm not sure what happened except the people in the circle around me began toning in a crazy spiral around and around. I remember how huge the moon seemed, I swear it filled at least half of the sky. It was trippy. At the end of the ritual apparently the moon let go of me, or I let go of the possession. When I looked down, two of my most revered fellow teachers were on the ground holding my feet as if they were afraid I might fly off into the night sky. I wonder what happened that night. I guess I'll never know.
Last night was one of Those Moons, big ole devil moon, as Tess of the blog Willow Manor would say. I tossed and turned all night, barely slept. Hence today I'm feeling kind of hungover (I wasn't drinking last night), and when I look in the mirror it's alarming to see how pale and scary I look. Surely werewolves feel like this the day after, hey?
Luckily I had a day off today. I don't have to focus, thank god. And now the moon has turned from full to a waning gibbous. What a relief! Hoping for a better sleep tonight. Wish me luck. Thanks. Shalom.