It is said before we lost touch with the Earth and the seasons that the moon controlled our menstrual cycles. Still, she controls the tides and plays in when our animals mate and birth their babies. Still, she helps control gravity and to an extent our sciences. After all most are based on gravity and it's pull.
Yet who, as a child, didn't look thru their window and talk to the Moon? I talked to her all the time when I was young. I should have been asleep. And depending on the bed I was sleeping in, I could look from where I slept. The craters were her eyes, nose, and mouth. Sometimes she spoke to me. Not something I could hear out loud, sometimes not what I could hear in my head either. It was a feeling that she was there. That she had been there when my mother, grandmothers, great grandmothers, all of the women in my line had been children. They had seen her and spoken to her as I was doing.
She is a permanence that we can never attain. Even when we build, it is to say, "I've been here! I was alive and walked this planet!" Some buildings last, most do not. And still the Moon hangs in the night sky. Even when we can't see her full, we know that she is still there.
The moon has played it's part in stories from our ancestors, in stories being written today. The moon has been portrayed as a man and a woman. It seems to me that when the Moon is portrayed as woman then she is mysterious with a profound life lesson to teach us, the keeper of secrets, and sometimes the sinister influence in the main character's life. Why is that? Are secrets and mysteries only to be told and known in the night? Only to be under her purview?
Here at Wild Wolf Women of the Web we use the moon to signal a time to send healing, prayers, and light to our packmates and their family as they ask for it. We have a time set aside for this at the full moon. For me, it has become a time to send all of that positive energy out to those who need it. For me, it has become a call to prayer, something I haven't done in a long time.
What does the moon mean to you?
Picture taken from www.noao.edu