What is it about the moon?
The romance, the magic light, the supernatural glow....it's powerful stuff. Last night, as I fell asleep, I smiled as I heard the pack of wolves in the woods behind us start their lonesome howling. It's a bit spooky sounding at first. They are far enough away that it is a distant cry, but even the crickets and frogs stop to listen. When we figured out it was our wolves, the romance of it hit me. I snuggled in a little tighter to my man and fell asleep thinking of the moon and its magic.
Let's take a walk in the moonlight. If the right person says it to you, your knees get weak at the prospect of a magical moonlit night. You'll walk in the glow, possible stop to sneak a look at a nocturnal critter or two. You'll link fingers and look at each other, and you won't believe how beautiful your date is. There's something about the night that makes you know it's time for the first kiss.
Would the walk be the same without the moon? Let's see...
You wish you knew what your date looked like. You wish you could see where you're going, wish you had a flashlight. You both laugh it off and stop near a tree. You're going in for that magical first kiss and get a clumsy mouth full of the tree trunk you thought he was leaning against. He's already face down in the grass because he thought you were just little bit more to the left. You'd both be able to laugh about it if you didn't have a face full of splinters and he didn't have a broken nose. Without the magic of the moon, there's no second date.
Can anyone tell me why a full moon turns a person into a werewolf? Did you know that some believe that Hollywood perpetuated the full-moon thing? Apparently real werewolves change voluntarily http://www.mythicalrealm.com/legends/werewolf.html. Why the moon if they can do it at their own whim? I would think it would be much more practical to change -- say, when the auditor shows up.
So I propose that we take the creepy away from Hollywood. Let's tell those "real" cannibalistic creatures that they are no longer allowed to use our magical moon as an excuse for their bad behaviour. Leave it to the creatures of nature. They know so much more than we give them credit for. Believe that the fireflies are really faeries sent to twitter across your path with faerie dust and good dreams for the night to come, and believe that you'll never need to know how to make a silver bullet out of grandma's silverware.
We'll never escape the natural effects of the moon. It seems it will always be an excuse for weird behaviour of most men I know. We have our lovely PMS, and they seem to get a little kooky around the full moon. But maybe that just means there's a little beast in all of our men. As if we didn't know that already. ER visits and arrests seem to be up on the full moon. The tides are ruled by the moon.
So what does it all mean?
Is our moon magic? Sure it is. There's a little bit of Swiss cheese up there for anyone who cares to believe it exists. That man is there, hanging out, writing down all our dreams as they float past him every night. There are magical moonlight walks, dances, kisses and incredible memories. The moon is mystical and wondrous and if we're lucky, it will keep shining for us for generations to come, spreading a little moon dust magic on the way.
The magic of the moon can only be felt in a quiet spot far from the city lights. The stars only come out in the country, where they know they will be appreciated. They only remove themselves from the canvas to take a back seat to the moon's magic.
Good night, Thursday.
