Tonight is the night of the full moon.
The silvery orb illumines the sky with myth, magic, and mystery, the same nocturnal ornament known to our ancestors in the depths of the ancient past. They worshiped the moon – and no wonder: mover of waves, light in the dark, tide of women’s blood, regulator of hormones…the moon is humanity’s satellite as much as it is Earth’s.
Its pale light offers a healing reprieve from the ravages of the day.All of us need darkness – like seedlings, like babies in the womb, like caterpillars in metamorphosis – to grow, to heal, to reflect. The moon sees what the sun, in its gaudy brightness, cannot. It illuminates that which we do not need light to see.
One day the moon will end its dance with Earth and go spiraling away into the cosmic vastness, and the moon’s silver mystery will continue elsewhere…