Earlier this month I found myself facing the beautiful October Harvest moon on all three nights while it shaped itself into a beaming full circle.
It was such a fortunate occurrence, because where I live in central Switzerland the sky is usually heavily clouded, especially as night falls. It has literally been months since I’ve last seen any kind of moon up there.
I don’t know about you, but I’m quite sure that full moons are capable of casting magical spells on my body and mind. Ever since I was a young girl, I’ve always felt my rawest emotions surface during these days. I am not entirely clear about the science behind it, though I think I should be at this point, but full moons are when I tend to have the most honest conversations with myself and feel most present.
Does that happen to you?
Also, I hope you agree that there is something about watching a full or even a new moon light up a dark sky that reverberates all sorts of excitement into one’s heart. Growing up Arab probably has a lot to do with seeding this romantic notion deeply into my grownup identity, which I will forever cherish.
Moreover, I realized that perhaps I don’t anticipate and intentionally enjoy the sight of a gorgeous full moon as much as I used to. It’s such a little joy that has a huge impact on releveling my happiness.
Anyway, Fall seems to be just the right time to start slowing down and attempting to live a bit more mindfully. So, I came home that first white night and penciled in the dates for the next full moons until the end of the year. It does feel like taking a little step towards getting back on a spiritual track for some reason.
Which one do you prefer, full moons or new moons?