Conversing with the moon. Have you noticed how she shines fully and boldly on everyone across the planet? We all share the same moon! That really is profound when you consider it. We witness her fullness and watch as she wanes, then seemingly hides over the course of her cycle.
Today, where I live, she is mournful. (Alright, that’s my attempt at personification, for perhaps it’s me who is mournful.) It seems that most humans don’t see her as anything other than a lonely, cold flat disk in the sky, without purpose. There is so much ignorance. She is not included in the daily conversation with humans anymore…as if she wasn’t even there. They don’t consult her. When shall we plant the new crop, and then when is the best time to harvest? Very few humans ask her opinion or search the sky to collaborate with her. They rarely notice her influence on ocean tides (perhaps a few old salts (sailors) do.
Except for some women who refer to their monthly menstruation cycle as their moon time. Perhaps a few of these women take a time out as was practiced by indigenous cultures. Those cultures recognized a woman’s moon time as a time of exceptional power and vulnerability.
Except for poets. Poets find a purpose for the moon. The moon has always inspired poetry. Poets remind us that the moon exists as more than a lost disk floating in the vast and starry sky.
To The Moonby Percy Bysshe Shelley
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Among the stars that have a different birth, –
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?
What about you? How do you relate to the moon? Follow your whims, your train of thought and write about the moon.