Apr 11 2009
Full Moon
Full moon, werewolf for the night: am I alone in wanting to prowl the streets under the emerging wind moon? Pacing my deck, the white, bright, torch in the sky ignites a lingering impatience in my veins. The pulsing of energy, while not foreign, has been dormant over the winter. Perhaps, my ambition and daily motivation is thawing. Moon high, stars shining through the light pollution, cigarette on my lips and I feel ready to take root, spread my vein-like tentacles out and search out nourishment. Pacing my deck warm breeze in the air, I feel a bubble of wired electricity. Ironically intertwined through this restless shifting is the thought that growth doesn’t happen in a night and evolution is ugly. Humans are humans now but the journey was telling from being cousin to an ape to caveman. One must wonder, on the road from here to a brand-new you, how distorted does one become?
The April moon is fittingly named the Wind Moon or the Seed Moon as pollen swirling under the breeze’s tug, nuggets of life scattered on the wind. Under this fertile moon swollen with promise for spring, my contemplations of new growth seem fitting.
