Tonight, we have a black moon, which is not as dire as it sounds--it's the second new moon in a month. Down here at the southern tip of the U.S., we've been able to see the sliver of moon with a silvery outline of the rest of the moon.
If you wait until evening, however, to see if your view is the same, you won't see it. Moonrise in south Florida today is at 6:49 a.m.; times in other places will vary.
I am intrigued by all the vaguely religious connotations that go along with a black moon: the second coming, the end of times, and a time when spells take on more potency.
When I was younger, I was intrigued by alternative religions, especially ones that didn't minimize females--that path led me to a variety of religious expressions that we might now classify as Wiccan. I can't remember which writer suggested that we pay attention to the phases of the moon, that we start new projects when the moon was waxing into fullness. As a college student, of course, I couldn't time my course work that way. But the idea has stuck with me.
I don't believe that the position of the moon or the planets has more impact on daily life than other elements. I suspect that many of us would make better decisions if we kept ourselves nourished and rested properly, and those actions would have a greater impact than a second new moon in a month.
Still, the idea of a time of increased potency intrigues me. If we were to cast a spell today, if we wanted to harness the power of the new moon, what would we want our spell to do?
When I was young and wrote page after page of my wishes, hopes, and dreams, I had a better sense of what I yearned for. These days, as I race from pillar to post, I have a vision of a fairy godmother who offers me 3 wishes--but first, she'd have to get my attention.
When I was young, I said that the first thing I would wish for would be unlimited wishes. But let's take that off the table. And let's assume we're not in a fairy tale where we'll be granted our wishes, but in a way that teaches us a lesson--we lose 20 pounds when our leg disappears or we get a small fortune because a loved one dies.
No, let us play with this idea of wish fulfillment. I think that as we get older, we quit thinking about what we truly want. Many of us have had too many experiences with our dearest dreams being squashed--and thus, we decide it's safer not to dream. We'll settle for what we have. We won't dare aspire to more.
If you could be granted 3 wishes, what would you ask for? What's the top wish? What would make your heart sing?
I don't believe in fairy godmothers, but I do believe in God. I don't believe in a God of wish fulfillment, a Santa Claus God who gives us what we request. But I do believe that God often wants what we want; God wants us to be fulfilled. Like many a good friend, God has all sorts of resources, and might be happy to harness them in support of us--if we but say what we need or want.
Many of us are so beaten down that we feel we dare not ask. Many of us seem to believe in evil devils who hover in wait to disappoint us. I don't believe in those evil devils either.
Maybe the time is right to start a prayer journal of sorts. Maybe it's time to record our yearnings. Maybe we're tired of words and want to do some collaging or sketching. Maybe we're too tired to do much more than pray. But that's a powerful move too.
Let us get back in touch with our visionary and envisioning selves.
pause for silent prayer
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