Monday, March 17, 2014
Today is a windy March moonday and it feels nice and clear and clean out there. I want to go outside so bad but my eyes were dilated earlier for an exam and the brightness bothers me. The sky looks just like the indigo-dyed wooly background of the moondala up there. Stitching mandalas is my monthly full moon sewing ritual for this year -- the moon itself is a piece of bindweed-dyed wool. The fact that the bindweed plant can give such lovely color is doing wonders for our relationship. I think we can find a way to coexist if this continues.
The rosemary plant had a growth spurt since I fed it dog food kibble. So I tried out a room freshener mix -- rosemary sprigs, lemon slices and a teaspoon of vanilla extract in simmering water. It made the house smell clear and clean.
Dinner for tonight is on the cutting board -- it's St. Patrick's Day here but I'll be thinking about Brigid instead. She probably deserves a second holiday since the groundhog hogs all the attention on her real day, February 2. And since yesterday was the full moon, this meal will also be our full moon feast.
There's still time for full moon things like taking note of where we're at, what our situation is, seeing things clearly, tasks completed. It doesn't have to be written down, even noticing is good. Days go by sometimes where I don't see what's right in front of me. And some things happen so slowly that I don't see any progression, like the February lady sweater's sleeves. My monthly calendar book is a good tool for moonwork -- I've been using it to both plan for the future and document the past. Little lists of who, what, where and when, forwards and backwards. It clears my mind like a big whooshing wind.
To those whooshing winds.