By the Light of the Moon, the Moon

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
    They danced by the light of the moon,
          The moon,
          The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
The Owl and the Pussycat,
     Edward Lear


I never thought I would have a man in my life who possessed a relationship to the magical world, a man who understood that if we came to things with a pure heart, with joy, there, within reach, was all we could ever want, all we could ever ask.  I work with the seasons and the moons.  I set my intents and send them on fire and smoke.  I held close the dictate to do no harm, and I try to live in gratitude for all that has come to me.  I have done all this quietly, not secretly, but alone.  I've been able to talk about this intellectually, but I've never had a partner who spiritually matched me.  I've never really understood before the promise, "where two or more are gathered...."

In our beginning, Bryan and I both claimed Lear's The Owl and the Pussycat as a favorite childhood poem.  It suited us, these two different creatures who had fallen in love and set sail to find a place where they could marry and be together.  As for dancing by the light of the moon, it seemed a sweet little device but nothing more than the delightful stuff and nonsense that was so much a part of the poem.  I never thought there was anything more to it until just recently.

The last few months I've grown a little more open with myself with Bryan.  I tell him what kind of influences are at work at large.  I remind him of the moons and their energy.  I have returned to working with herbs and Bryan has embraced them.  I am more myself spiritually, than I ever have been.  It seems I've unfolded slowly, the physical, the emotional, the mental, and now at last, the spiritual.  We are both sensitive to the moon's influence and we use it, he and I, beginning from our start, but more and more as we go along.  We dance by the light of the moon, Bryan and I.  We have from our beginnings and will, I suspect, for all the rest of our days. It still feels a little strange, but wonderful too.  And I wonder what I can become, at last having body, heart, mind and soul touched, treasured and loved.  May all of us be lucky enough to dance by the light of the moon.