While I choose to follow the Celtic tree calendar for naming the moon, I do love other names - the Hunter's Moon, the Poacher's Moon, the Shedding Moon... I'm not 'into' hunting or poaching, but I love the idea of a Shedding Moon - as the trees shed their leaves, what do I need to shed? Can I let 'stuff' go with the vibrant grace of the trees under this October Full Moon?
I just love this poem by Sophia Rosenberg (2012) clipped from an old We'Moon diary:
in a bowl deep and smooth and dark
stir a milky swirl of stars
slowly pare in one whole moon
set aside to rest
in a separate bowl
strain a fresh sun through a sieve of fir trees
sprinkle with birdsong and silence
allow to rise
fold night and day alternately
into a small cabin in the woods
gradually alter seasoning
combine neighbours and friends
sift in a million small kindnesses
until a community blooms
place in a misnamed ocean
at 49 degrees latitude and 124 degrees longitude
you will know it is done when a light tap
anywhere on the surface yields the word home
or when a woman inserted into the middle
comes out muddy and grateful
I think it's pretty self-explanatory... I want to 'shed' any anxieties and worries, and 'gather' only peace. I love the contrasting colours of rich orange and cool blue-grey spread across the pages.
Under this powerful Full Ivy Moon, what do you want to shed and gather??