Moon
The full moon last night rose above the trees, and I went and sat out in the back garden, in the cool night air. The trees were illuminated in its cool grey light, and I sat underneath the mango, looking up into the sky. My love is poured upon the earth, I whispered. Goddess, take away this sadness. Fill me up with your light. Let me be cleansed by it, renewed, refreshed.I felt enormously peaceful, sitting there in the half-darkness. The branches of the mango tree shifted occasionally in the breeze, rustling gently. I was sitting by my neglected outdoor altar, and decided suddenly to take my goddess statue inside, to place on the household altar. She is wasted there, under the trees, as She is so manifestly present that I need no representation. Being under the trees and the full moon is enough. She pours into my soul.
posted by Cee at
12:37 PM
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The full moon here was also beautiful. It's a little too cold to hang around outside for more than a few minutes, so I said a quick prayer then scurried back in.
Spring, soon.
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Nio, at
9:51 AM
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