Along time ago, three men stole the Moon from the sky and hung it in a tree like a lantern. All agreed that the Moon was theris and that each man would take his share with him to his grave. Eventually, the men and the pieces of the Moon were reunited in the underworld. The bright light of the now-always-full Moon caused chaos among the spirits, and demons who were use to living in darkness. Hearing the ruckus in the great below, St. Peter came down from heaven and put the Moon back in the sky, restoring order to the world.
The Moon belongs to all of us and gazes down without judgement or favoritism. Not a thing to be tamed or captured, she is a perfect example by which to live, always changing, adapting, and thus maintaining balance. At November’s full Moon, meditate on the many things we share as human beings, similarities to be celebrated as much as our diversity:
The Moon is Yours, The Moon is mine.
In her changing face we find the divine.
(SIDE NOTE – This can be done on any full Moon.)
Copyright by Natalie Zaman in Llewellyn’s Witches’ Datebook 2019 Page 141