I was born just before a full moon. There are many theories, physical, philosophical and astronomical, about the effects of waxing and waning moon phases on nature, among them how being born at a certain moon phase might shape the life purpose of a personality, pushed towards creative completion or creative release. True or not, in my experience, I always feel enchanted by the energy around a full moon, like today. Below a collage of mine.
Re: the full moon, a previously shared a vivid fable, written decades ago, ‘The Mysterious Object.’
https://courseofmirrors.com/2018/10/02/the-mysterious-object-a-fable/
And related … my poem ‘Sleepless Sun,’ https://courseofmirrors.com/poems/ … is about the relationship between sun and moon. This was during the 1970s, while working in Eilat, Israel, as stills photographer.
I feel melancholic this week. Another friend has died. The number of relatives & friends that have journeyed on towards during my life-time has reached 40 … which makes me feel ancient.
And yet, life flows on and demands my engagement with it. In addition to the full moon today, I’m enchanted by familiar friends having returned to my garden, a family of Blackbirds, and Robins. They know they’ll get daily treats.
Course of Mirrors 
“salt on my lip
I’m the cool fish
in its wake”
“each day we give
new names
to what you shape”
…and in the end
drift to the land
where nothing
has a name.
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Lovely play with one of my poems 🙂
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Love the collage, Ashen. The moon certainly enchants us. ~nan
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Thanks Nan ♥
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Ashen, the vivid collage captures the intensity of the full moon beautifully. I have a love/hate relationship with full moons! Loving the magical beauty yet nearly without fail unable to sleep on those nights! Loss is tough and sorry you have seen so many – my thoughts are with you. Annika
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Thank you, Annika. Seems every loss shifts coordinates in our world.
The full moon, at times, enlivens unconscious stuff. There lurk experiences that need another look. Then my sleep is visited by puzzles to be solved, and I toss about in bed trying to catch the thread.
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