The moon is universally beloved, no question. I, however, don’t know if I feel so sycophantic about the most fawned-over muse in the history of art and literature as it is currently waxing, which, like clockwork every month, makes me feel like the entire Pacific Ocean is vacationing in my ears. The light gets brighter, I wake up at 5 or 6 am for no good reason just feeling beat-up and unrested. It’s true that I have sung about the moon myself, but I was just longing to trade places with it temporarily. I wanted to slip its leash and get a break from pushing back against it all the time. I cry more easily, I often feel unequipped or hair-triggered. My sense of smell is heightened to the point of being unbearable and inappropriately distracting. Sometimes wanting to give up all the struggling and shoot both my feet off and quit everything. Does this sound like “woman problems” to you? You aren’t all wrong but probably only about 13 percent right. It’s more that I have a sleep-based temperament and the moon doesn’t care. It’s like I’m a little rubber foothold on the cliff face the moon is climbing to launch. It’s just perched there on my neck, bouncing a little, biding its time.
The moon is not Always universally loved. My dad went on a blind date with a young woman, Lorraine, while in college. On a campus walk on the date, my dad made his play: "Look. There's the moon. Isn't it beautiful?" Lorraine, crabby because she was (overly) worried about an exam she was soon to take, replied, "I don't LIKE The Moon." My dad was blown away by this response, and, the next day, asked his friends, "What the hell were you doing, setting me up with this woman?!?" But later the two groups of friends - the fellow male and female students -- conspired to have them meet once again, at some campus social club, and this time they got along quite swimmingly. They married within a year, and it was only death that parted them, 33 yrs later. True family story, i swear on everything there is to ever swear on.
Yeah, I’m totally affected by moon phases. Grouchy, anxious….and I can never remember if it’s waxing, or just after it’s reached its peak…..something like that, and then I remember “oh yeah, it’s the moon”……it was bright last night, beaming through all the trees and my windows….
non-menstruating XY dutifully responding - Nearly 50 years schleping around this mini coral reef and I've never considered whether the phases have an impact on it. Seems improbable and now I feel dumber.
I often feel restless trying to sleep under a full moon , strange sense of movement in my house. I live on old sand dunes and I think of the Kaurna people walking connected to the earth. Maybe the moon stirs these memories of energy and place , I am not sure but I sense my ancestors stirring and a general sense of night that is awash with the moons reflections is certainly a thing for me.
Ugh yes. I started paying attention to the moon cycles and organizing my life around it and it's made me so much less anxious because I can predict/expect when things get a little rocky or when it's chill. Helps ground me when my adhd feels unmanagable. Construction workers having disputes in the park over family issues and feeling sleep deprived? Full moon - time to let go and move on. Deep cleaning the house and getting extra sleep? Waning/dark moon. It really helps.
Hello it's me. You know what one of my favorite things to do is? (No it's not that, goddamn it). I like to look in people's yards and spot the wild prairie plants. Asters are especially hardy and pop up every few houses. When I see them I think about how the prairie is still here, it's just lying in wait, ready for when the people are ready to come back. Wolves are the same. If they weren't meant to be here they would be gone. But they come back when people are ready to welcome them back. But your right that it does take gratitude in order for that to happen. I was listening to big yellow taxi a lot the other week, and I think about the violets and dandelions that grow in the cracks of concrete. How tree roots and ground hogs break the foundations of houses and buildings. Sometimes I feel like the universe makes things we don't appreciate glaringly obvious, because it wants you to appreciate them and love them for the good that they do. It's so campy, I know. But if the full moon is keeping you up at night, maybe he's saying that he appreciated that song you wrote about him, but it was your saddest one and it made him sad that you were sad. Maybe you were missing something obvious and the moon was just trying to give you some better lighting on your way, so you could find yourself through a long night. Anyway, you should sing about wolves coming back cause they could use that kind of magic ☺️
highly recommend Sarah Faith Gottessdiener's The Moon Book to get deeper into moon fact/fiction and the Many Moons planner or Moonbeaming course to dig into how you personally related to the various stages of the moon. I swear I'm not getting a commission -- it's just that investigating my energy levels in relationship to the moon this year has been revelatory. The full moon and the days surrounding it are the hardest for me -- I'm so antsy and unfocused that I feel like crawling out of my skin. The new moon, on the otherhand, I experience as a very restful and focused time that generates a lot of creativity when given adequate time and space.
Actually, this non menstruating fella just now with reading this Moon Rant realized after 42 years of adulthood that absolutely nuthin' different or odd happens to me during the waxing moon. Moon's simply just always up there when visible to me. Still, always a source though for fascination and reflection, literally and figuratively. That ain't different or odd, but guess it is source for a lil' pleasant frontage road of thought now and then. A bit of sometimes mythic cosmic nature hanging in the sky...
Electric lights disconnected us from the moon, especially for city folks. In the old times, the full moon meant it was light all night, but the work of the day was done. Party time. Time to howl.
I have to speak out here. You don't think that "a woman is her handbag" but you look back and distinguish women from all of the "things that women haven't done". In other words, you distinguish men from women. For years and years, for me, it has been trying to navigate all of this, since you will never say "things men have done". And yet that is all you ever have, to negate the idea that really you're talking about what women haven't done! It is infuriating that a celebrity takes their stance on argumentation like this. You think that the fact that you don't say that "men did all the things that women didn't" somehow recuses you from your discrimination of both men and women, when you don't say "men" in saying that "women didn't get to do ''", when someone else did. You haven't gone beyond this - and yet you are a self-proclaimed advocate
The only time I dream is when the moon is full or close to full. It is when my parents come to visit me in my dreams. The both died years ago. My dreams came so easily to me before menopause. Now I long for the full moon to come so I can visit with my beautiful parents. Sometimes my mom brings my dogs to visit. If I don’t stay up late then the moon wakes me and no dreams come. this upsets me .
It's like a large cathedral and a small cathedral made up of the the same matchsticks. The smaller cathedral is made of the little matchsticks, and the larger cathedral is made of the same wood and the heads of the matchsticks are the same, but the larger cathedral is just made of larger matchsticks. "the peace obtained by burning the dry firewood of objects of knowledge is the victors' & the cessation of the mind is realized"
The moon is not Always universally loved. My dad went on a blind date with a young woman, Lorraine, while in college. On a campus walk on the date, my dad made his play: "Look. There's the moon. Isn't it beautiful?" Lorraine, crabby because she was (overly) worried about an exam she was soon to take, replied, "I don't LIKE The Moon." My dad was blown away by this response, and, the next day, asked his friends, "What the hell were you doing, setting me up with this woman?!?" But later the two groups of friends - the fellow male and female students -- conspired to have them meet once again, at some campus social club, and this time they got along quite swimmingly. They married within a year, and it was only death that parted them, 33 yrs later. True family story, i swear on everything there is to ever swear on.
Holy shit, I love this so hard. I love the moon intensely and in return it fucks with me much as you described. Thanks for all the words.
Yeah, I’m totally affected by moon phases. Grouchy, anxious….and I can never remember if it’s waxing, or just after it’s reached its peak…..something like that, and then I remember “oh yeah, it’s the moon”……it was bright last night, beaming through all the trees and my windows….
been howling whenever the fuck i feel like it more and more. and it is never wrong.
non-menstruating XY dutifully responding - Nearly 50 years schleping around this mini coral reef and I've never considered whether the phases have an impact on it. Seems improbable and now I feel dumber.
I often feel restless trying to sleep under a full moon , strange sense of movement in my house. I live on old sand dunes and I think of the Kaurna people walking connected to the earth. Maybe the moon stirs these memories of energy and place , I am not sure but I sense my ancestors stirring and a general sense of night that is awash with the moons reflections is certainly a thing for me.
Ugh yes. I started paying attention to the moon cycles and organizing my life around it and it's made me so much less anxious because I can predict/expect when things get a little rocky or when it's chill. Helps ground me when my adhd feels unmanagable. Construction workers having disputes in the park over family issues and feeling sleep deprived? Full moon - time to let go and move on. Deep cleaning the house and getting extra sleep? Waning/dark moon. It really helps.
Hello it's me. You know what one of my favorite things to do is? (No it's not that, goddamn it). I like to look in people's yards and spot the wild prairie plants. Asters are especially hardy and pop up every few houses. When I see them I think about how the prairie is still here, it's just lying in wait, ready for when the people are ready to come back. Wolves are the same. If they weren't meant to be here they would be gone. But they come back when people are ready to welcome them back. But your right that it does take gratitude in order for that to happen. I was listening to big yellow taxi a lot the other week, and I think about the violets and dandelions that grow in the cracks of concrete. How tree roots and ground hogs break the foundations of houses and buildings. Sometimes I feel like the universe makes things we don't appreciate glaringly obvious, because it wants you to appreciate them and love them for the good that they do. It's so campy, I know. But if the full moon is keeping you up at night, maybe he's saying that he appreciated that song you wrote about him, but it was your saddest one and it made him sad that you were sad. Maybe you were missing something obvious and the moon was just trying to give you some better lighting on your way, so you could find yourself through a long night. Anyway, you should sing about wolves coming back cause they could use that kind of magic ☺️
highly recommend Sarah Faith Gottessdiener's The Moon Book to get deeper into moon fact/fiction and the Many Moons planner or Moonbeaming course to dig into how you personally related to the various stages of the moon. I swear I'm not getting a commission -- it's just that investigating my energy levels in relationship to the moon this year has been revelatory. The full moon and the days surrounding it are the hardest for me -- I'm so antsy and unfocused that I feel like crawling out of my skin. The new moon, on the otherhand, I experience as a very restful and focused time that generates a lot of creativity when given adequate time and space.
Actually, this non menstruating fella just now with reading this Moon Rant realized after 42 years of adulthood that absolutely nuthin' different or odd happens to me during the waxing moon. Moon's simply just always up there when visible to me. Still, always a source though for fascination and reflection, literally and figuratively. That ain't different or odd, but guess it is source for a lil' pleasant frontage road of thought now and then. A bit of sometimes mythic cosmic nature hanging in the sky...
WRAP THE MOON
Caught in a swirl
Of gravity dancing
Orb ever changeless
in balancing sway
Elapsed time seems endless
I search for a tangent
A short realignment
Would capture your way
A vision far within my mind's eye
Passionate roar high on the tide
I'll show the world canvas in action
Dreams come alive in lunar grey
Soon after sun sets
A wild apparition
Appears overhead
And rebounds from the cries
A strange beacon glows
Where a cold moon had sailed long
A bright golden comet
Reigning the night
If I could I would wrap the moon
Present it to you just for your eyes
And the whole world would see
Christo had nothing on me...
Electric lights disconnected us from the moon, especially for city folks. In the old times, the full moon meant it was light all night, but the work of the day was done. Party time. Time to howl.
I have to speak out here. You don't think that "a woman is her handbag" but you look back and distinguish women from all of the "things that women haven't done". In other words, you distinguish men from women. For years and years, for me, it has been trying to navigate all of this, since you will never say "things men have done". And yet that is all you ever have, to negate the idea that really you're talking about what women haven't done! It is infuriating that a celebrity takes their stance on argumentation like this. You think that the fact that you don't say that "men did all the things that women didn't" somehow recuses you from your discrimination of both men and women, when you don't say "men" in saying that "women didn't get to do ''", when someone else did. You haven't gone beyond this - and yet you are a self-proclaimed advocate
When was the last time *you* had a good howl?
The only time I dream is when the moon is full or close to full. It is when my parents come to visit me in my dreams. The both died years ago. My dreams came so easily to me before menopause. Now I long for the full moon to come so I can visit with my beautiful parents. Sometimes my mom brings my dogs to visit. If I don’t stay up late then the moon wakes me and no dreams come. this upsets me .
It's like a large cathedral and a small cathedral made up of the the same matchsticks. The smaller cathedral is made of the little matchsticks, and the larger cathedral is made of the same wood and the heads of the matchsticks are the same, but the larger cathedral is just made of larger matchsticks. "the peace obtained by burning the dry firewood of objects of knowledge is the victors' & the cessation of the mind is realized"