Dancing with the Moon
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Author: Lady Abigail Welcher
Posted: February 22nd. 2009
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The night was late, yet brightness filled my room as if it were day awaking me from sleep. The light seemed to be calling to me like a distance song somehow familiar to my heart. Slowly, I set up in my bed and begin to look around my room allowing my eyes to focus on the ticking clock beside my bed. It was just after midnight but the brightness within my room resembled a silvery day at noon.
I tiptoed from my bed and quietly walked to the open window. A warm breeze softly blew the lace curtains back and forth and I could smell the sweet aroma of jasmine and lavender from outside. I could hear the night calls of the grand gray owl that hunted behind my Great Grandmother's barn. There were no lights of any kind around the house since we lived away from the city. Nevertheless, as I looked out I could see the barn, gardens and the trees beyond the yard, which seemed to be glowing in the moons light.
I felt as if there was something calling me, something tugging my heart and pulling my spirit. Before I knew it, I was closing the door to my Great Grandmother's kitchen. There I was standing outside in my nightgown, barefooted on the back porch gazing into the glowing night. It was a wonderful feeling.
I wasn’t afraid. I had never been afraid of night or darkness. I had been taught it was only a part of the light. That time when we walked with the Goddess and could look upon Her face in Her mirror, the moon. But it was not dark, it was as bright as day and the energy seemed to move around me in sparks of multicolored light beckoning me into the moon's light.
First, I tried to talk myself into going back into the house and getting back in bed. Like I was sure that my Great Grandmother would not be happy I was up, nonetheless outside in the middle of the night. Little girls of 9 years old have bed times, unless there was some special reason. This had to be a special reason, and if I got caught that was how I was going to explain it.
Then, there it was it was again, that feeling, that pulling energy and those sparkling lights all around me. I just couldn’t go back into the house, not yet. I had to see what was out here at night that made it all feel so different than the day.
Before I realized it, I was walking through the yard toward my Great Grandmother's herb garden. My Great Grandmother had the most beautiful herb garden in the state. But tonight it looked as if the garden was filled with luminous blooms of light. The blooms and petals on each plant were glowing with colors of silver, blue and white. I opened the garden gate and walked down the small stone path touching and smelling each flower. As I came to the roses, there was one I knew must have a light within it. It was shimmering in a silvery light and seemed to be glowing even when I picked it from the bush.
Just as I picked the delicate rose, a wisp of color like wings went passed my face into the field. It was bigger than the fireflies I would catch in the evenings while my Great Grandmother set on the porch swing relaxing with her tea from a long day. My puzzlement soon past as another wisp passed me, and then another. I had to chase them and see what they might be. Out of the garden I ran, banging the gate behind me, down the pathway past the barn and into the green field of hay. It was then I again realized it was the middle of the night and I was running around outside all alone.
Still, the energy of the night keeps calling me on. The moon was so full She gives the impression of being close enough to me that I might be able to touch Her if only I was to reach up and try. The night sounds of the crickets and the whippoorwill were growing and blending with each other. In the distance I could hear the bullfrogs and toads croaking from the pond. Together they all seem to be singing some kind of a rhythmic tune.
Then I noticed all around me the circling energy of the night. Across the field there were sparks of light and color as far as my eyes could see. The warm air of the summer night was intoxicating with its never-ending bouquet of perfumes. The night entered my consciousness like a magickal drumming calls to the fire. I found myself dancing and singing songs that came from my heart giving joy unto the beauty of this mystical night, a lost moment in time.
Laughing and running I tried to catch the lights of color that illuminated my spirit like smoke after the sparks of a spring bonfire. The shadows from the moon’s glorious glow were now growing long across the ground. I could she was touching the edge of the barn telling me that night would soon again become day. But I didn’t want it to end. There was something wonderful about this night. Something I had never truly felt before and it stirred my very soul.
Reluctantly, with the reality that I had to make my way into the house and find my way back to my bed, I walked with my eyes gazing unto the moon. That’s when I saw Her; it was the Goddess, the Lady in the Moon. For the first time in my life I truly saw Her smiling down at me and I think She may have even winked. It was a night of magick.
As I gazed into the eyes of the Goddess I heard my Great Grandmother's voice saying, “So, you’ve danced with the moon; did you find the light in Her eyes?” I looked up and setting on the back porch swing was my Great Grandmother. I didn’t know how long she had been there as I answer her question with, Yes.
Smiling and shaking her head she said, “Well. There is no turning back now. Once you find the Goddess within your heart you will hear Her song forever. She will call you into Her light and sometimes you will have to dance with the moon.”
We went into the house and my Great Grandmother started a fire in the stove to make breakfast. I asked her if she was mad at me for going outside in the night. She replied, no, she could see the light in my eyes was calling me when I opened the door. I had been so entranced by all that was going on around me that I didn’t even notice she had been out on the porch swing the whole time. I didn’t know how blessed I was to have a Great Grandmother that allowed me to learn within my spirit while always keeping a watchful eye.
Even today I can hear the call of the Goddess' song when the moon's bright light beams into my bedroom at night. I walk to the window and gaze into the night seeking to find those lights of energy so clear to me as a child. If the weather allows, I will silently go out into the night, picking a white rose from my garden and leaving it for the Goddess and my Great Grandmother.
Be ye blessed as you find the light within your spirit and dance with the moon.
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By Lady Abigail
High Priestess of Ravensgrove Coven
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