I like full moons. I like to go outside and howl at the moon. It is not allowed in a polite society. But a full moon is made to be howled to. To stare at in awe. To let the light wash over your face and cleanse away a bad day. Full moons are magic.
A full moon in daylight rests on a branch and I want to climb the tree and reach out and touch it. The moon is mysteriously silent. The sun is Loud. I can imagine if the Sun was a god and the Moon was a god, the Sun god would be the big apple cheeked loud, masculine god, sort of like that one on Mr. Scrooge – where he is laughing uproariously, loudly, full full full of it all! But the Moon god would be pale, not weirdling pale, but ethereal pale, feminine, graceful, but big boned and strong, quietly reverent to all it cast its light on, prayerful and not boastful. I love the full moon. When's the next one?
I put up the Premio Dardos award - *smiling* - I didn't name my fifteen blogs...yet? I am going to ponderifcaterate this part of it carefully...even if it takes me years (laughing...).
The book give-a-way contest is almost over. Friday the stories go up and everyone can vote for their favorite. I don't think I stated how long I'd leave the stories up, so I'll post that on Friday when I post the stories. So you have from now until Friday morning to get those stories in (if you don't know what I'm talking about - see the sidebar where the image of the 'old woman' with the newspapers is and click on the image).
Namaste.
