If you are like me, a full moon wakes you up in the quite hours of the night. With a gentle but persistent voice it says “Look what you are missing, its beautiful out here”. I dutifully follow ancient instruction and look out the window, or, better yet, step outside into the night. My bare feet gripping the moist and usually cold ground. “Yes”, I concur. It is indeed beautiful but also magical. There is a mystery revealed to me even though I don’t understand it. Always, I silently agree that it is best just to experience, to feel and not understand. Then strange things happen. Kindred souls appear from the shadows, standing there in the darkness staring with me up towards the moon. Fox, cat, wolf, human, ghost, I see them all. We silently acknowledge each other only to lift our eyes upward again. The moon pulses with a message. I don’t understand what it is saying and wonder if the shadow creatures do. Before I can ask them, they fade back into darkness. I go back to sleep and dream of foxes playing in a moonlight field. Apparently, this is not an experience unique to me. I found this video that captures my dreams.
wrathful empathies – An appalachian Saṃsāra
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