Remember waiting for Moonrise in the East parking lot of the stadium megachurch. Strange juxtapositions. She takes Her sweet time & we listen to a radio discussion about Scientology. Such strange juxtapositions. When She peeks over the mountain's hard edge, we sing. Four humans steaming up a station wagon in freezing temperatures, all for the Love of the Moon...
|Sketching the Seal of the Unfolding Moon.|
Remember lying on the bed late in the evening. There, under the window my baby Changeling & I watch the Moon & Her tricks of Light & Dark. He points tiny fingers & says, "Moon? Moon!" She casts Her image through the glass & it is captured there. Her body shines so brightly that Her reflection is clearer than Her actual being. How fitting, really, for such an enigmatic, luminous creature. Wandering the crazy lines of contrast, She inspires us to do the same.
|Slices of Black Magic.|