I danced under the Maiden moon tonight, spinning like a child beneath the branches of the old cottonwoods. I hummed a song I know... Aphrodite, Iris, Artemis, Persphone, Danu, Demeter, Hera, Isis, Selu, Morrigan, Hecate, Cerridwyn, Kali-Ma... and I let the Goddess speak.
I heard her voice moving on the wind, in the cricket song, and in the beating of my own heart. The trees danced with me in an ancient rhythm only some feel and an ancient tune only some hear.
I resisted the urge to run through the meadow and into the circle in the back. I don't know why. Maybe the old cherry tree knows. I should ask her the next time I sit with her. I'm sure she has more answers than I do.
Or maybe the snakes that slither among the tall blades of grass and giant thistle know something I don't. Or perhaps one of the other animals knows. The deer, the groundhog, the chipmunks, the skunks, the hawks... maybe they can tell me.
Hopefully I can be a good listener.
5 comments:
Berautiful and I love the Goddess dolls beneath the moon :)
Paul
I've been feeling increasingly like dancing for the last couple of weeks. I haven't danced in yearsbut the urge is growing.
I think the ability and the need to dance may be hard-wired into humans.
Love,
Terri in Joburg
Ah, I just returned from a beautiful experience at the Great Spiritual Gathering and both of you are talking about dancing.
My comment about that is on Terri's blog post about it. Hugs.
Sounds lovely.
Thanks to everyone for commenting. The little "dolls" there under the moon is actually a painting I did on an old shelf. It's about four feet long.
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