It was the moon that did it…

Shamanic Paths

Full Hunter’s Moon
Copyright: Katie Theule

…hanging there in her fullness; already rising so far north since her brief flirting with the equinoctial horizon. Then today, past full but still ripe, high overhead; a ghostly image against the brightest blue of mid morning’s cloudless sky.

How many notice her in her daylit garb?

I have a clear memory of the first time she caught me out; I must have been 8 or 9. I wasn’t really aware of stopping in my tracks and staring, slack-jawed at the unexpectedness of it.

The moon was meant to be out at night. What was it doing up there in the middle of the day? It was my father who shook me out of the reverie, “What are you doing?” He looked up, laughed, “Oh!”, and carried on with whatever it was he was doing.

She still catches me unawares, occasionally. Somewhere in between…

View original post 55 more words

One thought on “It was the moon that did it…

Comments are closed.