Howling at the Moon and the Things Captured
A full moon, a super moon, sumer solstice, and the lead-up to Mercury Retrograde. Oh I was feeling it all. And this time I let myself go, let myself create a little #howlfest to sink into.
I circled with new friends and allowed tears to flow, even though they had no obvious source. I leaned in and trusted the cleansing process that I could feel was taking place.
I rested. I drank cheap wine from a mason jar and watched stupid movies and was okay with that.
I drew myself in with my guys, disconnecting for the weekend, and allowing ourselves to head to a matinee, to laugh in the truck, to make new dishes, and read paperbacks I found in the laundry room.
I dove into a drum circle, and took place in the changing of the guards, the drumming to the setting of the sun and the rising of the moon.
I let myself go in the drum circle. I closed my eyes and stopped trying to play along and just played.
I got up and danced, not just around the circle, but in Mama Ocean. Jumping through her shallows, splashing through my inhibitions.
I talked to Mama Luna, and laughed with my man-child as we sunk into the soft moving sands and he gave up on trying to keep his clothes dry and I put down my camera in favor of my suit.
I body surfed with my guys, laughing again as the moon pushed us back toward the sandbar, and I got water up my nose, and didn’t even care.
I drifted in the calm waters, laying back while I soaked up the brightness of the moonbeams, gazing up at her, while my man and my man-child drifted next to me, while we talked, while we slowed down. While we just took it all in and created one of my favorite memories of all time.
There are some things you take photos of not because you think you can capture the moment, but simply to give you a glimpse of what you captured in that moment.
This weekend was one long stretch of those moments.