|The Moon, from The Alice Tarot |
by Baba Studio & Magic Realist Press.
Wherever you are, there you are.
Fortunately, also is the Moon.
I have fallen through the Rabbit Hole again & tumbled away from the precious silent, stillness of the High Desert into the drone of Alaska's largest city...
Why we always do this when the Moon is reaching Her fullness, I am not sure, but there must be some unconscious reasoning at work. No wonder I think of the Moon as transition...
I rose on our departure morning ready for tears, a deep sobbing sadness of cathartic proportions. But my emotional upwelling never came to be, for the demands of readiness & the bustle of preparations stole away the moment.
I still ache for home & all that the term includes. But particularly this time, I yearn for that house which speaks to me as though I am special.
As I cast a stare at the consistent, texturized walls of our modern, very practical Northern abode, my heart aches for the imperfection & impracticality of that stack of crude yet carefully placed bricks sighing in the desert. Friends & family are mobile, connected -- they can visit, telephone, video conference -- but the house must stay the course. If I could place a phone call just to hear it breathing, I would.
What can I do, but ask the Moon to keep Her careful eye upon my Beloved? May Her soft, cyclical gaze watch over our precious dwelling, friend, sanctuary & all that surrounds that place -- canyon, winds, barn, shed, corral, trees, birds, soil, mycelia, mammals small & large, the hordes of insects & arachnids... everyone slowly overtaking the place, claiming it as their own.
I can't begrudge them for having good taste.
And so, on to the poetry for this Esbat. Goethe seems to say it best this round. Bittersweet yet beloved under the Moon. She makes everything better.
To the Full Moon Rising
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (Goethe)
Translation by A. S. Kline
Are you leaving me already?
Only now, you were so near!
Cloud-mass shadows you, I see,
And you’re no longer here.
Yet you feel how sad I am,
Your rim still shines, a star!
Telling me how loved I am,
Though my Beloved’s far.
So pursue, now! Brighter, brighter,
Purer ways, with greater light!
Though my heart in pain beats faster,
More than blessed is the Night.
Blessings to you this Esbat, my friends.
|There's no place like home.|