This week was the full moon. As I drove home last night, the moon was just peeking over the tops of the trees as I drove east. By the time I got home, the moon hung in the sky, big and bold and beautiful. After I fed and watered our dog in the moonlight, I stood there alone in our yard and stared up and just wondered.
- What did the astronauts who stood on the moon feel?
- What does it look like on the dark side of the moon?
- What did my ancestors think as they stared up at the giant glowing disk in the sky?
- Will we ever go back?
- If I had the chance to go, would I?
The pull of the moon is enough to move our oceans, and sometimes I think I can feel it pulling on me. The moon is magical (I totally get why my Wiccan friends include the moon in their rituals). And part of me wishes that I had studied harder in math and science and gone to work at NASA.
Then again, those G-force tests look pretty tough . . . maybe I’ll just stay here and enjoy the moon from the safety of my yard.
By the way – the pic above is a ring I made, which is for sale at my Etsy shop. Stop by and browse if you’re so inclined.