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.
4 comments:
Is that what was going on last night? I could not fall asleep. I lay for hours and finally gave in and took something, still 2 more hours until I slept. Woke feeling just like you, hungover - which is never fair because as you know, I don't really drink. I did think it was beautiful though. We don't have any coverings on our windows so the bedroom was very bright.
Oh but the moon was gorgeous last night. Tonight it's shrouded in clouds. You painted a vivid word picture of your moon obsession -
my students and i struggled through this day and i swear we all knew why but a thousand other reasons were given - and accepted. steven
What a fantastic moon shot. Hope you sleep better tonight...
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