Saturday, July 25, 2009
You might say I've always known I was a little different, but you'd be more correct to say the people around me always knew I was a little different.
My grandpa tells me, when I was little (much smaller than I am now) every night I would climb up on lay on the back of the couch and watch the moon through the large living room window. They'd find me sleeping there, and carry me off to bed.
As everyone knows the moon doesn't stick to a strict schedule, and it was one of those times when it was rising a little earlier in the evening, so that before I would fall asleep the moon would pass over the house and I wouldn't be able to see it anymore. When this happened, grandpa says I was quite upset, and crying and it took them awhile to figure out I was crying because I couldn't see the moon anymore. So from then on, every night he'd take a chair out into the backyard for me to sit and watch the moon, and he'd carry me after I'd fallen asleep.
I'm still fascinated by the heavens. I love to star gaze, watch clouds as they drift across the sky, and I love to watch the moonrise. Some believe that the moon represents the Goddess, in three of her aspects. I hadn't really spent much time thinking about that, but perhaps there's more truth than we know, and maybe that's where my love and gift for magic started. I don't know, and for now, the moon's not telling.