Pray to the Moon when She is round,
Luck with you will then abound,
What you seek for shall be found
On the sea or solid ground.

Thursday, July 2, 2015

"I Miss the Moon."

Midnight or rather, 10:00 pm Sun.
Midnight or rather, 10:00 pm Sun. 

What she said.

The local Wiccan/Witch cohort (or one of them anyway) has a monthly gathering they call a "Wine & Cheese Moot." What "moot" means to them exactly I am not sure as it seems to vary. But, as the caretaker of the community center I sometimes take advantage of the opportunity join them for wine & cheese & something.

At the most recent Wine & Cheese Moot, there were three new visitors. All of them were women (not really surprising) & all of them were incredible talkers (which is a bit surprising). Because of this, there was much talk & talk & talk. I am not sure how much of that long & vocal evening I could recall with any real accuracy, but I can remember when one of these new, unfamiliar voices lamented:

"I miss the Moon."

I couldn't even tell you which woman said it, but I'm with her.

This Sun. This SUN. I have decided that the most disruptive thing about a Sun which refuses to set is just how much it gets in the way of the Moon... 

However, I decided this week that instead of berating myself for my neglectful Lunar devotionals & general feelings of Lunar Esbat ennui during the highest Summer months (it does seem to be a pattern if I cannot be in the Desert), I need to find something better to do with that energy. 

Not sure what that will look like. But it will look like something. 

In the meantime, I can relish the brief midday peeks at the Lady as she shifts Her shrouding to & fro, & look forward to the tipping of the scales again in Her favour. 

Oh, yes & I will enjoy that Sun, because next thing you know I will be griping again about all the Darkness. 






2 comments:

remitchelljr.com said...

This resonates with me. Summer heat has already come here, and to be wise, crafty and in tune, I have to breathe in as the world breathes out and ride the cycles like a surfer on the waves. But it's hard. I want to be cool when it's hot, to eat fruit in winter, to camp dry in April, and so on. To be like a plant or animal and not fight the cycles -- what a challenge!

Moma Fauna said...

Mitch,
"I have to breathe in as the world breathes out and ride the cycles like a surfer on the waves..."
Ah, you just put your finger on it my friend. I think we call it surrender. That's a lifetime work-in-progress for me.

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