January’s full moon was just setting in the predawn light this morning. Even before morning tea, for this happens quickly, I nabbed my camera and was outside to capture this brilliance still hanging in the sky.
I behaved in the same lunatic way last night upon seeing the moonrise.
Sometimes it seems the best way to catch this bright disk is in a reflection, here in my altar room window.
This invites a sort of scrying, especially around the new year.
This online journal of mine may seem to have gone off on a lunar tangent, and the studio updates have been few. I have been mining neglected corners and dusty shelves for dross and occasional treasure. These fallow times are necessary to any creative process. My lesson from Lady Moon is the wisdom of life’s cycles, with the sure knowledge that what may seem waning may in truth be waxing, though only seen in reflections or through a welter of obscuring branches. Endarkenment and lunar consciousness are rich veins of story, dreams, ideas and pathwork. Ways become more clear in their own good time.