|Bone Moon rising, October 28, 2012.|
All the plans of mice & Moma...
Like I mentioned before, preparations for the Esbat went astray. My (really not-so-old) bones felt tired after a day of chasing younglings. This is the cost of "mature" parenthood. There are many benefits, but now is not the time for that discussion.
It wasn't until midnight that we took out the small copper tray bearing a pumpkin chocolate-chunk cookie & PBG pear apple cider. We were saddened as we opened the door -- the sky had become overcast & it was snowing. In between putting children to bed & finding the moment to make our offering, the weather had turned sour, obscuring the cold, clear, Moon-filled sky. But, as we set the tray on the ledge & looked skyward, the clouds moved aside. For a fleeting moment, Moonlight caressed our faces. Then, more clouds, never to part again while we were outside.
Life & its unexpected events have left us feeling blindsided & unprepared lately. When we have a quiet moment -- like a unicorn, rare & ephemeral -- we reach to one another for security. With so many uncertainties, there was nothing to do but to hold one another, listening to the silence of the snowfall under a Moon we trusted was still there.