He is three, and since he was maybe six months old, he has been fascinated by the moon. One of his first words.......moon. He would point and say moon over and over. Guess what his favorite book is.....Goodnight Moon. Each time he takes a bath here, as I wrap him in a towel, I sing the old Barney song, "I love you in the morning, and in the afternoon, I love you in the evening, underneath the moon".
I am glad he is mesmerized by that beautiful silver orb. I have been all my life too. What is it about that glowing silver pearl that shines over the earth that is so magical? I know there have been people through the ages that worship the sun, and yes I know the moon has no light of its own, only the reflection of the sun........but to me, the sun pales in comparison to the powers of the moon. Maybe it is the darkness of the sky, or the fact that the stars and the planets shine at night in a partnership with the moon. Maybe it is because I know as a woman, how beautiful we all look in moonlight.
I have written several blogs about the moon, and will continue to do so. Like the pagans of old who worshiped the sun, the stars, the moon and mother earth, there is a connection, a drawing if you will, a power that is primal and mystical that tugs at my heart and soul when I see the moon.
The fact that today is the equinox, the first day of spring and a full moon, can't you just feel the stirrings of all things ancient?
The moon just appeared over the tree tops, (yes, I called Jordan to let him know) it is pale gold,
surrounded by a soft hazy mist that circles like a crown. Looking out from our new deck, it is framed by fragile tree branches, it is beauty and peace, and all things good. How can anyone feel hate or anger when something so spiritual appears in the sky?
My cup of tea is ready, going out to sit on the deck and moon gaze........this same moon shines on all of you tonight, let it bathe you in the magic.