Wood's Blog

we killed in the dark of the new moon last night. a grand beast, the arrow snuffed him immediately, and gave him a peaceful exit.

we dragged him to the boat, and paddled him home. tonight we will practice the rites for an honorable passage, and show our respect to the mother earth from which he came.

we have meat for the winter, and a new hide for our boots. artemis was running with us.

great mother,

we offer our thanks,

and our respect.

What a cleansing our mother earth had this week! the rain washed away the last dust of summer.

now the crisp air will sharpen our senses and clear our minds so that we may efficiently prepare for the coming winter.

october is the month of the blood moon, or hunter's moon, because of the hunters who kill by the light of the red moon, gathering meat for the cold months.

this month we'll have a lunar eclipse on the 27th.

last night, through a bright window, i saw andrea, drinking shiraz and breaking bread to the sound of dueling guitars. i like to see her on the waxing side of life.

thank goddess the new moon comes after midnight this eve.

andrea has been locked away in her house all wknd, though ineffectually, i fear.

she wouldn't let me visit, but i peeked in her window at midnight and all i could see was the glow of her monitor. all of that centralized electricity is unnatural. her biorhythms are going to go bonky.

but, as the moon rises to waxing, i'd bet a frog's tongue and a lizard's toe that she'll be throwing a dinner party by next wknd. she is such a cosmic child, still.

wiccan earth goddess mother, here as interlocuter...

The week of the waning moon before the new moon is Andrea's least industrious week of the month. she dreams about being alone in the woods. she dreams of quiet places, and of clean smelling air. she dreams about the privilege of seeing a timberwolf cross her path on a winter hike. but then the moon waxes and the spell breaks, and she goes out dancing and vigorously cleans her house and projects her efficiency onto the entire world. but, this week, this week she is in her lair, eating toast with hot butter and honey, or maybe merlot and chevre on crackers.

during this introspective week i encourage her to reflect on her oneness with the universe, and, during this time of autumnal equinox, to also consider preparing her mind, body and spirit for the earth's restful winter months ahead.