|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
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.