The full moon felt particularly strong to me this week. I knew it was the full moon, before I actually took the time to look -- as I felt a wild animal prancing within my core body. The first night I sensed the lunacy, I fell asleep at 8:30pm, by far the earliest I have been to sleep since I can recall. I woke up at 2:30am, certain that it was day as the moon's light was reflecting the sun through my home.
Yesterday evening a conglomerate of our farm family sat on stones on a gurgle of a stream. Sitting on stone, on water, under the moon. A few feet away, the stream enters the Hudson. We looked out into the river and meditated on the full moon. So sweet.
Today's dahlia harvest seems lunar-like and an appropriate symbol for the occasion.
Ode to ceremony, i harvested a nice bundle of sticky white sage.
Here is a link Mystic Mamma on the Blue Moon in Aquarius: here
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