Somebody asked me if I thought the moon had any effect on us. It was a great question, it made me smile, and got me thinking. My conclusion from the logical side of my brain is, why wouldn’t it. Look at what it does to the ocean twice a day, and we are mostly composed of water. My conclusion from the creative, intuitive side is, of course, can’t you feel her tugging at your heart and slipping through all the cracks in your skin.
I slipped out last night, just to take a look at her in her full glory, after reading this post. She was rolling playfully along the top of a cloud bank, wreathing herself in misty wisps. I took a few photos, and then, just like that, she was gone.
Mistress of change, she is never the same from one day to the next. It’s great lesson to remember about ourselves. We live with the illusion that we are something fixed and certain, the same from one day to the next. Yet in truth we are in constant change, as we grow and experience life. If I look back and think about myself as I was 5 or even 10 years ago, I have to agree that I’ve changed. Because it usually happens slowly, and I’m there in myself every day, I just don’t notice.
I find this idea of a steady rhythm of change soothing. It means everything will pass, so when I’m in the middle of something difficult I needn’t worry about feeling stuck. Soon I will have moved on to worry about something different. It also means I don’t need to cling too tightly to all the things I love. They will be shifting and changing too, and I just need to trust that we will be doing something else wonderful together soon. I find trust in the midst of change is vital, but sometimes difficult to feel.
Every phase of the moon is beautiful, even this harsh Ice Moon of hunger. Everything has its place and rhythm, and will pass. Our lives can be reflections of the beauty of change and growth, if we will only allow it.
I slipped out across the frozen grass
Tiny shards of crystal ice were dancing to her call
And I too had come
The same face every night, and yet different
On a stage so vast an empire might be missed
Yet she holds her audience from within
Her veil slipping or lifting as she feels
Thinner or thicker slivers tempting my imagination
Dreams and illusions woven in silver dust fill me up
Hypnotising and soothing she lulls us to sleep
Even as she stirs our waters
She is not what she seems
A face as back as coal, which shimmers white
Soft light which pulls whole oceans across the earths body
Light so weak it’s quenched by a cloud, yet it holds the creative power of our future
I can pretend not to see her
Yet she is
The hidden power of the night where all that makes us rests
She navigates an ocean of stars undaunted by its vastness
She gives me a knowing look then sweeps her milky arms through the starry water
And swims on
See you tomorrow, depending on the clouds.