Full Moon
Every month the moon gets full. And because it gets full, and big, and bright again we know that another month just happened. In the old days women would gather together at full moon to sit with each other in mutuality and in peace. They would take down any armours and worries and they would sit as equal parts of the same circle. They would call upon the Spirits, of the land and the waters, the air and the fire, the animals and the plants, and they would look to all directions, above and below, right and left, back and front, and mostly unto, within. And they would stay in silence and in waiting of the moon’s soft light to arrive as wisdom, soon to be expressed through the talks…