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My sacred symbol is the Moon. The Moon shines brightly in Her natural state at night and offers me comfort and guidance and is the One with whom I can talk about anything. The pentacles I wear remind me of her power. In the pentacle's design, I see an amalgam of the moon and the star brought together. The five points of the star represent the human and the interconnectedness in design of the human body and its connection with the concentric cyclic influence of the moon. These physical symbols I revere are not showy but are worn to remind and comfort me, in moments of public ignorance or on those days when I would otherwise be less confident of who I am and why I am here.
The Moon represents enlightenment and knowledge to me. She is always there even though clouds and storms may hide her form from my view. She changes and I change with her. She is large and softly lights the way for the primitive, the farmer, the sailor, the seer. She becomes invisible and protects and shrouds my workings as a Witch. She changes in predictable ways; she is dependable. She has been here since the beginning of Time and will likely be here long after we have ceased to exist in human form. While education and self-learning seem the best course to me in my life, she has a symbolic nature that can be felt and divined by all people if they desire to know Her, regardless of formal education or life experience. She is feminine and motherly to me. She represents the truest expression of mother to me without the anger, hurt and judgment imposed by my human mother so many years ago.
She casts much light in her full aspect, but it does not hurt to look upon Her. And I love to look upon her and ponder her mysteries. What has she seen? What does she know? What can I learn from her if only I am willing and open this vessel that is me to the mysteries?
She exists wherever I may go. When I leave home, she travels with me. She reflects my words and actions directly to me. I cannot escape her eyes, but have no need or desire to since I am seeking spirit and infinity and Truth on my path. If I were to do something that would not "bear the light of day," she would not allow me to escape her watch at night. She chides me, encourages me, speaks to me in whispers as she lies gently on a blanket of darkness rent with stars. She knows all about me and I'm okay with that. I have nothing to hide from her. It is a great comfort to have that in my life.
She comes to me in dreams as well. It is at that time that, having cast off the constraints of the day, I can sometimes see more clearly. I have been awakened with thoughts of her that I simply must put to paper! Sometimes I can lie down to go to sleep at night and see her through the window and she watches me fall asleep. It is at those rare times that I feel small and comforted like a small child. Untroubled and peaceful.
I am in tune with the effects of the moon on my body. There is a rhythm and cadence to her influence. I feel her energies, and just as the tide waxes and wanes and creates energy in the motion along the shores, I also wax and wane. I can feel her tidal energy coursing throughout my body at times. I stand out in the night and smile as I feel the possibilities of the night. Sometimes she can be seen faintly in the day. Although she commands the night, she also wields influence in the day. I think of her as a benignant mother, pregnant with possibilities and filled with the knowledge of every day that has ever been.
The moon is the inspiration for much of my writing and is reflected in it just like the moonpath that can be observed upon the water on a clear night. She challenges me to be open and to understand the part I play as a mote of light. I may be numerically insignificant in this human world, but I am significant as a reflection of her light. This realization awes and inspires me. It would be easy to be overlooked or overwhelmed in this world and I know people who live lives that have little spiritual meaning for them and who don't reach any further than an alarm clock for direction in their days. That is not the life I desire. That is not the path I seek.
I have been writing letters to and about Her for many years in my poetry. I ask for her advice on the direction my life may be taking at times. She knows all, but I don't pretend to.
I Had a Fit of Melancholy
I had a fit of melancholy
that shook me like the wind
I longed to reach out to his heart
I loved him long ago, and then
I leaned out of the shuttered glass
was stricken by the shards of rain
My cold pale heart bled pale white tears
in venting all my pain
I want to give my heart and soul
the all of me, my youth, my old
to one who chooses to understand
who holds me heartful in his hands
The quiet light of her moonlit face
shrouded in wisps of the borealis
She knows me, she knows my heart
She knows all about us.
I tender faith in her dim pale light
so like the tears that paint my eyes
She strokes me with her moonbeam fingers
but doesn't stop to smile
Sometimes She overwhelms me in her wisdom
sometimes distant, clear and cold
and other times she talks to me
And reaches out to hold.
I want to lay against him, arms wrapped tight
and watch her, contented, through the night
but for now the rains yet fall,
I wish I understood it all.
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