September Pagan Challenge day 2: Full Moon.
I have always loved the Moon and the stars and the night. I love to be outside in the moonlight, or to be right out in the countryside where you can look up and see billions and billions of stars, and the Milky Way. There’s something mysterious about the infinity thus revealed.
There’s a great poem by Sylvia Plath where she writes,
“The Moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.– The Moon and the Yew Tree
She licks her white feathers and stares back with one eye
vicious as a swan about to bite.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.”
I love the Moon in all phases. Different cultures see the Moon as being different genders. In Norse and Sumerian mythology, the Moon is male. In many cultures, the Moon is female.