I find the full moon a bit like christmas.
Tonight as I was putting out the rubbish for the bin men in the morning, I was looking at the great Diana, all large and golden and 82% and I was thinking how waiting for the full moon is like christmas for me.
You know, you look forward to it, so much, like you do with the festive season, but in moon terms you watch it build from a fingernail to a quietly burning orange orb and then within hours, she is diminishing again and we wait for the cyclical return of the next full moon. I do like a full moon, I feel complete, and whilst I often feel drained too, I feel better eating habits and more raw food would help that.
I love thinking and celebating the wheel of life, the year and everything else that is cyclical, it is so logical, yet so unfathomable.
