Tag: spring equinox
Moonrise

Moonrise

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One of my FaceBook friends posted to go look at the moon….NOW when the moon was rising. I ran outside after wrapping myself in a blanket.

It was rising in the east over the gathering of cows nestled under the ancient live oak trees. I stood at the fence, almost within their herd, and witnessed a spectacular full moon rising, orange and huge in its supermoon status. As I stood in silence, the munching of hay could be heard amongst the herd. The bovines made it feel so much more powerful with their black coloring and the energy of mothers and calves…and their general deep groundedness.

A calf mooed in the distance, calling for its mom. A large bat flew overhead, silent in its passing a few feet over my head. The shuffling of hooves on grass and hay could be felt through the ground. It was as if I stepped into another dimension of amplified sensation and experience.

I started singing a song about the moon and one of the cows walked over to the fence. She started moving to the song, not exactly dancing but did some strange twisting and turning that didn’t appear to be related to giving birth or scratching an itch… but who knows . The other songs I sang seemed to equally appeal to her.

Memories from Ireland in February 2018 made me smile….that was a beautiful full moon, too.

As the moon rose higher in the sky I walked back to the open area between my home and the fence and watched the light grow in brilliance. The bat dipped down closer as I sang and opened my arms in gratitude for the trees that stand as guardians to my home and shelter such beautiful life….hawks, owls and all manner of songbirds. Their presence in the moonlight seemed especially strong as the tide turned from winter to spring here in the northern hemisphere.

This is a time of strong energy, of change and movement, as spring brings us to a time of new beginnings. I welcome these beginnings and the adventures that await.

As I sang and danced under the moonlight, under the limbs of magnificent oaks, I felt connected to the lineage of women who have walked this Earth as change-makers, healers, lovers of life. Let us arise and awaken to beauty within and around us.

(P.S. I took no photographs….just enjoyed the beauty and captured in my heart and mind….and included images I took at other times).

Dance of Beauty

Dance of Beauty

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I stood transfixed listening to wild turkeys vocalizing across the creek. The distinct and loud gobble of a male followed by the yelp of a female. For days as I walked the Mountain, I have heard the calls, have seen a dozen hens roosting in the huge, white pines overhanging the small creek. Today I wanted to find out where the chorus of wild bird sounds originated.

Walking down the mountain, we decided to follow the pavement around to a road that followed the creek, far below where we stood listening. As we got closer, the verdant pasture that arose from the water was covered in wild turkeys. At least 9 fully-displaying males and over 30 females provided a glimpse into the spring equinox celebration of these amazing creatures. It seemed that two or three small groups had joined together in one large group of courtship and scouting-for-potential-mates.

I could write pages recording emotions I felt as I observed, but it still would not express the sheer joy and sense of awe I felt as the tom’s spread their massive tails into fans and puffed their chests and dropped their wings while dancing with one another. Watching from the high bank of the rushing water, standing among delicate trout lilies, breathing fresh air while seeing the morning sun sparkle off iridescent feathers….how could life get much better than this? Such beauty of color, sound, movement.

Two-by-two the males walked up the pasture to the top of the ridge. I saw only beauty, breathed only beauty and lifted my heart with gratitude for this amazing experience, this profound rite of spring.