Tonight there will be a beautiful full moon glowing orange as it rises above the lake, across the road from my house.
It will slide up the sky, shining eerily from behind the branches of a huge dead tree in our front yard. Glorious! I always stand out there and look at that picture – tree and full moon, and it makes me feel something inside….the magic. I feel the magic.
Something about a full moon never fails to stir something in me. Makes me want to dance -to echoes in my head of fiddles and pipes…To dance barefoot in the dirt, around a fire in swirling skirts that feel rough against my bare legs…under a magic moon.
I am sure I have done this, in some other life….some other world.
Though of course I like to dress up….there is no need to, tonight.
And it goes without saying, I have a supply of candy, just in case little hands come a knocking, but really, for me, selfishly, tonight it’s just about me and the moon.
Perhaps I’ll listen to this a while, as it reminds me of those echoes in my head.
Maybe I’ll spin a few circles in my imaginary skirt out there on the lawn under that dead tree.
It’s ok….the neighbours already suspect there’s a crazy lady living next door. Why disappoint them?