Mingling with the moon

A letter to the moon,

and a love letter form the earth.

The moon lured me out of bed early this morning

Masterfully woke me up when the world was quiet

Assembled a conference call with the birds,

Arranged a date on the horizon, giving me a seat with the best view, herself of course: the morning moon

Tempting me to come outside with the sweetest offer I could not resist -

She gifted me the Orion’s belt against the dawn’s boundless sky, with merging hues of amethyst and light blue

I remember the mornings I would accept her invitations, or eagerly venture out to catch a glimpse of her through the trees

But this morning was different.

I slipped on my robe, stepped outside and watched the slugs congregate around my hands as I dug them into the dirt, planting new roots, nourishing old seeds

Eyes on the soil, heart as hands in the sand I turned to mud, I planted lavender to aid the sleeping, aloe for the skin and hair, mint for the water and tea, tomatoes and chili of course, for every meal. And a peace Lilly - to honor the home

The midnight mischief turned to morning as I stayed up long enough to watch these shades somehow transform into pink and then the softest, kindest blue and just when I thought she’d disappeared,

In the reflection of the window beside me, there she was, in all her fullness, gleaming that radiant glow!

And oh! There he appeared, so welcoming and so warm,

His lips brushing her cheek,

And just for a short, sensual moment, I got to witness the secret of the sun kissing the moon

And oh! How this made me swoon, with the wind as their breath and the sky as their blanket and the rays as their lips against the sky, their afterglow kissed my skin.

This is how they let me in. Showed me home again, letting me in on the magic of how the sun makes love to the moon

And somehow, the tears came. Release. And then, like the moon pulls the tides out of waters, the long awaited orgasm of the cry oozed from my body. And, ahhh, finally: relief.

This moment, these tears, these feelings, all at once, felt like home.

“You have to let it go - groan, shake, move your body, let the emotions flow.”

And if at once I felt embarrassed, I was quickly reassured:

“It is natural that you are overcome with bliss as you feel a sense of returning home.

Allow this moment to unfold.

This is what you know, you are remembering that you’re always home.

Sweet love. You are made of the finest star stuff!

Don’t resist the tears, you no longer have to be so tough

Please come again tonight, you are so easy to love, and you are such a delight!”

And to compliment the humming of the cycadas, somehow like a whisper from the wind with a voice that sounded just like my grandmother’s, came the words like a poem in my heart:

‘Oh I’m so happy I returned, I finally made the decision to let go / The last Aquarian full moon took my breath away, but it surely brought me home. / Your home is there and mine is the same - however, now I just appear in various different ways / I’m happier now, and it’s sunny on the moon! I promise, querida, you will see me very soon. / The bougainvilleas are brighter here, and music plays here too.’

And then, all at once, another gift appeared from this morning’s moon: the brightest bougainvillea danced around me as the wind’s song surrounded me. Saying thank you, watched the moon make her descent, leaving laughter like petals in her trail.

Oh, the gifts you will receive when you catch the sun mingling with the moon!