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witchscauldronMy mother, in her ever-prosaic way, calls the lovely, orange Harvest Moons we have here from August until October "dirt moons". I know that the sunlight reflecting off of dirt particles in the atmosphere is what makes it look reddish as it rises, but I guess I am somewhat more poetic that she is. "Dirt Moon" indeed. I feel like I'm insulting some goddess, somewhere, everytime I say it. >_<
Tonight, while it is calm and clear, I will take a walk to somewhere quiet and gaze at the Moon. It's not something I do enough of; no yard to speak of, too much light from the street lights. I always feel strange when I do it here at the house - passersby and neighbours are watching me, and it makes it hard for me to just let go. I might be a moonbeast, but I'm still very human in a lot of ways.
The Moon is a simple pleasure. It doesn't need anything, and doesn't ask for anything, but gives so much simply being in the sky. Since autumn is, for me at least, a return to simple pleasures, I always herald the return of the Harvest Moon as a symbol that the Wheel is turning. Lughnassadh is "Pagan Thanksgiving", but it never feels like it's time, to me, until that orange Moon rises huge and brilliant over the horizon.
Tonight, I will sit in silence, speaking only to Her, giving thanks.
Tonight, while it is calm and clear, I will take a walk to somewhere quiet and gaze at the Moon. It's not something I do enough of; no yard to speak of, too much light from the street lights. I always feel strange when I do it here at the house - passersby and neighbours are watching me, and it makes it hard for me to just let go. I might be a moonbeast, but I'm still very human in a lot of ways.
The Moon is a simple pleasure. It doesn't need anything, and doesn't ask for anything, but gives so much simply being in the sky. Since autumn is, for me at least, a return to simple pleasures, I always herald the return of the Harvest Moon as a symbol that the Wheel is turning. Lughnassadh is "Pagan Thanksgiving", but it never feels like it's time, to me, until that orange Moon rises huge and brilliant over the horizon.
Tonight, I will sit in silence, speaking only to Her, giving thanks.
