What I like to do around this time is step outside with a glass of red wine; any time of the year, makes no odds to me, for what I am wanting to join in with is the evolving of day into night, when bustling daylight gives way to the gloaming (Scottish word) and everything around me begins to settle. The only bird not already in bed is the blackbird, and sometimes, a late robin. Even if I can’t see them I know their song, and their song changes at dusk (explanation of Scottish word).
Actually, their song changes at other times, like in early Spring when they are rivaling for a mate. But that’s another blog, another time.
If it is raining hard, I may only manage stepping into the garage, with its open maw, but, in the main, I can stand for a little, watch the sky and let myself both absorb, and be absorbed, by the coming night. Tonight the moon is wonky, not that she feels in the least wonky, but she looks that way to me, for her fullness is coming, but not just yet, making her an oval in the black heavens. Full moons mean something when you live by the sea, and I don’t mean beside it, but ‘by’ it. When your next move must shift to accommodate the powerful pull of the moon and she, the moon, is always guaranteed to make a big statement. The tides are very high and very low at ebb and flood, and if you work with a boat, you have to know this, or you land in trouble. Big winds, grumpy weather leading to grumpy seas, high winds and sudden squalls all work together at full moon, to unsettle mankind and remind him he is not in control at all, however much he may think he is. And women change at full moon. Have you ever worked that out? I know that, when I did, it made me laugh and that knowledge settled inside me like a loving hug (for me) and a warning to my man. Now he knows, and so do I. I am a creature of the moon mother and now that we accept this inevitability, we can both be sensible, most of the time. In real life, that is, the life where we accept, even if we don’t understand, the balance between our physical and metaphysical selves, we can move easily within that life, without trying to fix or alter it, but, instead, to love it and claim our part in it, for it is wonderful indeed and, by the way, our only chance to shine like the moon in someone’s sky.