|Just another morning with the Moon. November 2014.|
Steeped in Darkness we are.
"Good morning, Moon!" This may be among the few blessings of this time of year in the far North.
We wake in complete Darkness, save for human luminaries, of course.
We deliver the children to school in Darkness, save for human luminaries, of course.
And we pass the sliver of daylight hoping the Sun might make headway through the clouds, if even for a brief moment. Then we relish it.
Or at least I do.
|Making Time with the Winter Sun. Moma Fauna.|
The merciful Whomevers have thrown us a bone & it has been unseasonably warm. And despite the ominous undertones of that climate indicator, I am thankful for the respite from sub-zero temperatures because I just wasn't made for this.
I am a desert critter, but I am here for Love.
And with that thought, I will whisper to the Moon secrets & stories of Love because She is Here is Her Fullest presence at this time, all day, most every day.
And it is most appropriate that I return to writing with Her at the forefront because She was & is the impetus for this whole Thing, whatever it is or will become.
And I would offer some POETRY this day, but it seems I just uninstalled my Poetry Foundation App in a fit of spaztic finger flailing & since I seem to have merged like the Borg with my little know-it-all phone, I am now at a loss for (other people's poetic) words.
Maybe then, just one.
Blessings & Love to you this Esbat, my friends.