Sunday, July 25, 2010

Moon Dancing

Tonight I howled at the moon.

My beloved roommate and I went outside after a fierce thunderstorm chewed up the humidity and washed all the clouds out of the sky.  And there she was: a gorgeous full moon, bright as the candle we held and twice as beautiful.  I always liked the moon more than the sun.  I liked the mystery of a bright light in all that dark sky, casting blue shadows and cool light.  Don't get me wrong, I love the sun too, but the moon and I have always been closer; kindred spirits of earth and sky. 
     Forgive my waxing rhapsodic this evening, but moon howls always do that to me.  Must be the lycanthrope in me.  I grew up loving monster movies.  My childhood crushes weren't on teenage heartthrobs or handsome leading men, but on Lon Chaney Jr.'s Wolfman and Bernie the Talking Skull on Friday night Creature Feature.  There's a reason for the title of my book FREAK, haha!  I am, unabashedly, a freak.  I never wanted to be normal, I never wanted to blend in.  I just wanted to be accepted. I didn't help in the establishment of my own alienation.  Anybody who cuts up their mom's fur coat so they can create werewolf Barbie isn't going to fit in no matter how hard they try.  Or gain brownie points with their mom.  But it's important to be yourself.  To value what you were born with.  So go on out there, my friends, and howl at your own particular moon, whether it be in the sky or in your heart of hearts.  Be true to you, be faithful to what you are, and even more important, what you can become.  Because you can become anything.  You can do anything.  The faith of a mustard seed can move mountains.  It's true.  I was once too shattered by my own self-loathing and poisonous relationships to believe in anything but grey misery.  Now I leap and dance in the moonlight, giddy with the incomparable joy of being alive.  You can find it too.  The Joy of Living.  Now go scamper...preferably with a big fat grin.


  1. wish I could see the moon, too cloudy, and nasty outside now, the best times of the year for me to sleep in the moonlight are November thru February, the way my bed room window faces are best for it. Sting has a song called 'Sister Moon'
    the lyrics are:
    Sister moon will be my guide
    In your blue blue shadows I would hide
    All good people asleep tonight
    I'm all by myself in your silver light
    I would gaze at your face the whole night through
    I'd go out of my mind, but for you

    Lying in a mother's arms
    The primal root of a woman's charms
    I'm a stranger to the sun
    My eyes are too weak
    How cold is a heart
    When it's warmth that he seeks?
    You watch every night, you don't care what I do
    I'd go out of my mind, but for you
    I'd go out of my mind, but for you

    My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
    My hunger for her explains everything I've done
    To howl at the moon the whole night through
    And they really don't care if I do
    I'd go out of my mind, but for you

    Sister Moon
    I love the moon.

  2. Thank you for the beautiful post. I love the moon too. Francis of Assisi coined the phrase "Brother Sun, Sister Moon" didn't he?


  3. I actually don't know As I am not book learned.
    had to pick up what I could when I could. it always amazes me how much I don't know and I am still learning.

  4. Bex,
    Adorabibble (Bib) is one smart chicklet! I really think you two are kindred souls. Check out her blog (click on her name)
    And send me the Loki pix, please!
    Love, Beth

  5. Hey, when we stop learning we drop dead. Keep learning for a LOOONNNNGGG time, my friend!

  6. Isn't Alan Moore a god? Swamp Thing is still my favorite of all his work. Magnificent.