Singing to the Moon and Wind

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Finally, March is here. If the old adage of “in like a lion and out like a lamb” has any truth to it, we’ll be in capris and shorts by the end of the month.

I just took Oakley out for a quick jaunt. The winds that tumble from the north carries the scent of green buds, damp earth, and grass with it. Oakley turned and faced into the wind, nose all a-quiver. Dogs have something like 44 million scent receptors as opposed to the paltry seven million that we humans have. If it was heady for me, it would be downright intoxicating for him.

In addition to the liminal winds, today also features a moon at her fullest. She’s hiding behind the clouds right now and on the other side of the world. At night when the sky is clear and dark and her polished face looks down on us, we sing to her.

To common ears, our music sounds as if a mildly insane woman and her dog howl loudly enough to wake neighbors and start their dogs and the resident coyote pack.

To the moon, our songs mean so much more.

We sing the primal songs of Oakley’s ancestors and contemporary cousins. The songs of reassurance, of community fill the air.

We sing the songs of the wise women, the craftswomen, and musicians who proceed me in my mother line. The playful, the joyful, the spontaneous  voices coming through me harmonize with his.

Wherever she is right now, the winds carried our songs to her, even though we sang beneath a daytime sky covered in thick grey clouds. We have sung in daylight before. We will again.

We have sung to her beneath star dappled velvet skies. On those nights I swear I have seen her look down at us and smile.

 

 

So Let Us Begin…

It’s Monday, the first day of autumn, a/k/a Mabon in the earth-based religions, and new moon day.

This weekend featured marches against climate change. Can the effort to heal the planet continue? I hope so.

Oakley and I walked at a forest preserve populated by oaks yesterday. Over the next few weeks, their leaves turn gold or scarlet depending on their species. The vibrant if too-short show really pops against the grey skies. I thanked and blessed the trees for their efforts to clean the air and cool the earth. We arrived pretty early, and no one else was there, so why not? Trees are some of the best huggers I know.

Local critters are starting to move. Deer appear by the side of the road, ready to play the ancient versions of “Dating Game” that perpetuate the species, namely crossing from point A to point B without getting nailed by a car. This morning, Oakley protected me from a flock of wild turkeys blocking the path in front of us. No harm done, but the power of a dirty look is not to be underestimated.

Hubby returned from the latest wrestling match with his mom’s house. A few days of my cooking and some decent nights’ sleep will go a long way towards repairing him. I made him pasta and broccoli with a reduction of chicken broth to cut back on the oil. He liked it and fell asleep on the sofa.

I bought another bag of gala apples from the orchard yesterday afternoon. Perfect. Sweet and crisp, just as the season they represent.

 

 

How Strawberries Came To Be

Next week’s Full Moon is the Strawberry Moon.  We will observe with a teaching story from the Cherokee.

After She created the Earth, Supreme Goddess created First Man and First Woman. All was well, but one day they had a dust-up and First Woman walked off in a huff. 

First Man ran after her, but couldn’t quite catch up. 

In order to slow First Woman down, Supreme Goddess created a plant with plump bright red berries. She dropped in in front of First Woman to get her attention.

It worked. First Woman looked at it, held one of the berries in her hand. The tantalizing aroma invited her to take a bite. Its sweet warm juice ran down her chin. She enjoyed a couple more, and as she nibbled away, her thoughts turned to First Man and the sharing of sensual pleasures with him.

First Man finally caught up with her. She started feeding him strawberries, and, well….let’s just say that humans were started that day as well.