Goddessing

I'm at the tail end of moving into my new study, and I love it here. It's just the right size. Holds all my books. Has a lovely spot on the north wall for my altar. Has places for all three cats to sleep, if they so choose.

I'm unpacking the last of the boxed books tonight (at least I hope these are the last), and moving back and forth from box to shelf I look out the east window and see the moon, nearly full, through dark trees and sky. She's rising, and the moving water on the lake reflects her light and reveals the otherwise dark woods outside my window.

I had forgotten, temporarily, that the east and west windows in this room frame moonrise and moonset. It feels like I've chosen a spot where my oldest and best friend can visit me, occasionally.

Blessed Be the Moon.

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Is a blog a blog when you don't post anything for 2 months?

It's been a busy season, and my computer was on the fritz and in the shop for most of a month.

Argh.

I spent the last several hours cleaning out all sorts of things, an appropriate act, I suppose, for the dark time of the year. By 5 it was nearly night. I remember 10 years ago, when I first moved to Wisconsin, being crazed at how early in the day and in the season the light disappears here. I had a three-year campaign of learning how to deal with this long, dark winter.

Tonight I noticed that there was no depression or regret when I looked out my window and saw how dark it was at such a relatively early hour, in the early days of winter. I realized I've made a home here, and that includes having a loving, positive relationship with the long, dark night of winter.

Think I'll go have some hot tea and chicken soup!

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