Waxing and waning. Ebbing and flowing. These are the tunes of a moon. Part of a moon’s mystery. If moons could speak can you imagine what they would say? They would have a lot to say, that is for certain. I believe that translating the moon’s illumination would yield a truth rich in emphasis and understatement. Moons are humble with their majesty.
Is a moon male, or female? There is the man on the moon, his testimony. Testimony from a man is very different to testimony from a woman. This is something that should always be remembered. Perhaps the energy field that suspends a moon in orbit is female. Perhaps the essence of a moon is female. It does matter.
A new moon. A full moon. Howling wolves silhouetted on hilltops. Feeding vampires caught neckside by moonbeams. Angels riding the high tide. Demons sleeping, deep. Our moon has many friends in this world. Many admirers. It has always been this way. A moon inspires awe in the right people. The right people know who they are; and they are lucky.