There’s blood on the moon tonight.
It flows over the white, once bright as clean sheets;
now a contagion of raw yellow over a half-eclipsed sphere.
We drink shiraz,
it stains our lips and tongues burnt orange.
The next eclipse is three years away
and I wonder if your shadow will
engulf me then, burn cheeks red,
block the light.
But that would be impossible.
Our orbits would need to cross the same plane of space,
and your schedule is somewhat erratic.
My moon will never be completely dark.
I have lingering memories
of settling dust and water vapor.
There will be a total lunar eclipse tonight, a 19-year repeat of an almost identical eclipse which took place on February 20, 1989. It will be visible in most of North America, South America, and on February 21, in western Europe, Africa and western Asia.
Wise women say that this is a time of transformation, dyings and rebirths. The lunar eclipse is a picture of the Old One, known by many names, who is really three. We can imagine her taking our dreams and visions with her into the dark as the eclipse begins, transforming them during the time the moon is completely hidden, and birthing them as the moon reappears and the shadows that cover her pass.
In the history and tradition of my maternal ancestors, there are stories of the Norns, (in other traditions known as the Fates), a crone trinity which rests and lives at the center of all of the stories about the Old One, by whatever name she might be known. The Norns, it is said, continually water the Tree of the World, protecting it against the serpent perpetually gnawing at it, attempting to destroy it.
Persephone by Greg Spalenka
Perhaps Persephone — not the abducted rape victim of the patriarchal male fantasy, but the more ancient Persephone, goddess of the underworld and its riches — is there in the root cellar, working in the shadow of the Norns’ protection, sowing seeds, tending new growth of all kinds. Perhaps she will gather up the last of the turnips, potatoes, squash and root crops for a simple dinner in the shadow of the eclipse, in honor of the simple truth that while darkness comes, the light will return.
I have many personal dreams and visions I would love to see birthed and made real, of course. But I am also imagining joining the Norns in their nurture and protection of the Tree of the World, in their surrounding of Persephone as she tends and cultivates life, in this very central vision and dream of a whole and peaceful earth. I’m going to include those dreams in my own hopes for transformation and rebirth tonight as the Old One makes herself known in the heavens.
I found and liked this, for many reasons; it seems timely:
The Fates teach us that women are humanity. Men are our sons (hence, part of us). There is no separation in the bigger picture. Together we make up the human species, subject to star influences, enduring astrological ages, the winds of time.
As we march into the future and the old world dies off more and more, we will be the old world … Many more women [will] come… closing up the ranks. There hasn’t been a generation gap since the sixties. And there won’t be any for a long time. We are one block of herstory, one chain of generations, one strong and active generation that is going to continue to change the world…
Don’t worry about the … movement getting watered down … because this is supposed to be a folk culture spirituality. Not a close knit cult. Nor an organized religion. It is supposed to build communities.
In fact don’t worry about any of it, just do your part, little bits at a time. The Fates will fit it all together smartly. They are good at historical webbing. — Z Budapest
Goddess images from Mything Links.