the reason why the moon is such an appealing locus of spirituality for me is... well, it's largely because of the reputation she has. everyone knows her, and yet so few people really understand her. understanding of her, in pop culture, is equated to outsideness, otherness, in tropes like the 'moon cult'.
in our culture, she's relegated to the night. the existence of dayishmoons is known, but minimized. our video games and our books always portray her as completely opposite the sun. always rising at dusk and setting at dawn. no matter what shape she takes. she's always kept in the margins of our daydwelling lives.
it feels good to embrace being Outside. being Insane. to become a Lunatic. not just reluctantly marked or scarred by Outsideness. but taking it into my self, wholly, unabashedly. seeing how bright she is. how the gibbous eveningmoon begins to glow, otherworldly, as dusk approaches, as the great blue has only just begun to fade. how the crescent eveningmoon sits just above the skin of our little world, whether high in eveningseason or low in morningseason. how she seems to float, just as the twilight does. how you're so happy to see her again in her New form, after she had Oldened and gone. the morning is the end for her. it is a beginning too.
