|February's Cold, Snow, Chaste, Hunger... Waiting Moon. Poised for the Quickening.|
Those buds are waiting too.
We build up ritual, cultivating ceremony by degrees. Each full Moon offers another opportunity to piece together & perfect the formula.
|Sigil of the Waiting or Poised Moon.|
The design we draw down, or devise, or perhaps it is a little of both. Making it manifest in the offering has become the next step. This Lunar round, no baking, just building. Lychee fruit layered with strawberries, showered with Rémy Martin, topped with daubs of heavy cream & sprinkled with organic raw sugar. Lad asks after the Snow & I have no ideas. I suggest we omit it. He places the strawberry leaf, "Here, the snowflake." Damn, he's good.
We offer what we intuit is fitting.
We honour Her through expression -- a best effort which is not perfection, but is perfectly honest.
Do not tell us to go read some human's book for instruction.
This is an exchange of gifts for which the only etiquette is Love.
Her gifts to us are many; some subtle motions, some overt visions. This night, we were blessed with a dreamscape. She composes, paints & dances with clouds. Silhouettes of trees, mountains & shadowy structures are Her embellishments. The sky is Her palette, collaborator & stage. This is Her expression, Her art -- an art She has perfected over 4.527 billion years.
|February Moonscape, Dreamscape, Gift.|