Dear Moon,

La Luna, Lunatic, Mother, Maiden, Crone,

28 days since you were last new, dear Womb, dear MOTHER Earth’s partner/twin/closest connection to the rest of space and time, 

In magic, you connect the energies of Earth to the celestial beyond.

New, you bring darkness, beginnings and endings: CONJUNCTION with the SUN. You cannot be seen because of all the brightness: nothing reflects. This is the SEED, a good time for planting if Earth conditions are good. Solar and Lunar archetypal energies combine with focused singularity. 

Selene, Moon Goddess, Hecate, Artemis,

So visible and clear in your time keeping, ancient weaver of tides that churn up life, gravity, magnetism, pulse.

Exalted in Taurus, Ruler of Cancer, you care, provide, and then disappear into the dark night, leaving us alone like in the fairy tales when the mother dies, or the stepmother sends the child out into danger, or like the wolf even, who disguises himself for a meal…

There is trickery to the Moon as there is trickery to life, and no mother is all cookies and milk unless she devours her children.

How many billions of eyes (human and non-human) have gazed upon the luminosity of your changing shape from day to day? How many saw you shift across the sky and constellations month by month by month. 

Here I am, nearly 500 moons young and surrounded in ancient time like a cloak of stars. 

I hear the sound of my family and wonder how to go on: 

Tomorrow is February 27th, 2025 and the Pisces New Moon. What begins now? How to celebrate? What rituals will come?

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