Love to my fellow sisters of the moon.

Yesterday on the new moon I went to one of the watershed preserves that take in water from Lake Okeechobee. I walked out along the edge of the marshes, was greeted by butterflies (thank you Trinity) and the music of the shore reeds in the wind. I lay in some marsh grass listening to the ducks, watching the herons and egrets. Water and sun: so much light, and for me a reminder of lightness, the antidote to density.

In my meditation I became a reed in the water, a duck swam around me, brushing her wing against me, I felt my roots, minerals and nutrients drawing up into me, the wind speaking, I moved without resistance, the water always whispering: we are one.

Reka, thank you for posting Trinity's article and the ensuing discussion on moontime. It was compelling, confronting, and something I wish I had read 40 years ago.

love, tigger