luna

I’ve been thinking about the moon lately. A lot. The moon and all her many facets. Some may look at her and see nothing but a rock that cohabitates with mama earth in her orbit. But I see something more. Much much more. She’s the epitome of living in the ampersand. Living in the both/and.

She’s ever-evolving, yet constant.

She’s constantly moving, yet dependable.

She’s illuminating, but always carries with her a dark side.

She’s mystical, yet predictable.

She carries an influence over us all and all that surrounds us, but she’s not abrupt or forceful.

She goes with the flow, but also drives the flow.

She knows an existence free from the patriarchy. Mostly.

Mankind has tried to claim her as their own, and only succeeded a handful of times.

She’s a quiet, yet ever-present matriarch.

She moves through each cycle with consistency, yet still continues to be mysterious in her own right.

She is sovereign and moves through each day and night on her own accord.

She makes her presence known unassumingly not only in the darkness of night, but also in the light of day.

She’s not relegated to just one realm.

She moves with grace, yet also with danger.

She inspires awe and curiousity.

Our pal, Billy Shakes, used the voice of Juliet to warn us about her.

“O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon”

He portrays Luna to be fickle and unreliable. She’s anything but. She’s constant and reliable and dependable. So much so that womankind has partnered with her in their own cyclical nature, to align with her, to work with and be in community with her. It’s the unseen but known coven of all women. She’s the invisible thread that weaves us all together in a living, thriving, humming web.

She is an elder and a witch. She is a muse and a confidant. She’s complex.

She can help guide your way in the darkness. But can also allow you to sit in the shadows and the depths of it all to provide the space to go inward and excavate the treasures we all possess. We’re drawn in and enamored by her flaws and wonder what her story is. We’re not turned away by her blemishes and imperfections.

She’s far more than simply the physical form others see her as. And she lives in each moment caring not about how others view her, but standing quietly in her power and her own truth, relishing in the notion that she’s unique and will never be and is not meant to be fully understood. At least by no one other than herself. She knows no bounds and is limitless.

May we all move through our days and moments more like Luna.