Living By the Light of Mother Moon

Living By the Light of the Moon

“Beyond the visible, Mother Moon
slips behind a starry blue blanket,
turning dark, she recedes in order …”

© Deborah Gregory 2022 – Extract taken from my upcoming new book, Soror Mystica.
Image: Matteo Arfanotti

Dear Poets and Dreamers,

Guided by a dream at Imbolc, like a moon-gazing hare, I followed Mother Moon throughout Her eight phases – Dark Moon, Waxing Crescent, First Quarter, Waxing Gibbous, Full Moon, Waning Gibbous, Last Quarter, Waning Crescent – a difficult task following the death of my father on Day 15 and the onset of war on Day 24. And although the muses knowingly kept these events out of my poem, know these events will be forever remembered under February 2022’s ever-changing Mother Moon. ~ Love and light, Deborah.

18 thoughts on “Living By the Light of Mother Moon

    1. That’s lovely Jason, thank you so much for your wonderful, light-filled comment! It was hard for me to end this cycling poem because I wanted it to continue and perhaps it is in its own way, as I return from the last to the first line. Love and light, Deborah.

  1. Absolutely beautiful, Deborah. And utterly original. Only you could have dreamed that dream and written this poem. I really love how you decided to not only write about the moon’s cycles, but live them as well. This is the kind of dedication to your art and soul that allows your daimon, your personal genius, to shine. I’ll never think of the moon’s phases quite the same again, thanks to you.

    Also thank you so much for letting me know about this post. I don’t understand why I don’t get them anymore. I’ve searched your site but can’t find where to sign up again. Maybe it’ll work this time.

    1. Thank you so much Jeanie for your beautiful comment! The dream that visited at Imbolc guided me to teach a group of young children about each of Mother Moon’s phases, whilst I was working alongside a famous male naturalist and his beautiful wife. And now upon reflection it seems as though each child was transformed into a Greek Goddess, for there were eight children in my dream as there are moon phases. For this dream instruction to come, in what has turned out to be, not only a profound month on a personal level for me, but on a profound level for the world with the onset of war, is remarkable to say the least.

      As you know WordPress is not my favourite platform especially when I’m commenting (I have to copy and paste a comment otherwise it’s lost due to being timed out after about a minute … deep sigh!), so what I do is bookmark favourite blogs and access them that way. So annoying! Nevertheless, visiting my favourite blogs, including yours my dear friend, is always worth a few extra extra clicks. Love and light, Deborah.

    1. Thank you so much Luisa for your beautiful, compassionate reply! Deep gratitude. I sense that this poem has changed my relationship with the moon forever. Much love and light, Deborah.

  2. Your Moon Muses stood (and stand) you in wondrous stead Deborah! As I write the word ‘stead’ I think of the moon being steadfast always as are the Greek Goddesses who bring their particular nuance to each phase.

    These are the words of a true poet who sees beyond and is able to bring much needed beauty into this world.

    I love your image – reminds me of a photo son Michael took this past weekend when we were away. I hope to get a blog post up – soon.

    Of course it’s new moon – I looked for it last evening – the skies were clear, the stars were bright, the milky way (Selena?) was in good company, all awaiting the nail of Artemis but I suspect she arose much later in the night. I’ll look tonight!

    Thank you for this beautiful ode Deborah – lyrical love, lyrical light – Susan

    1. Thank you so much dear Susan for your wondrous reply! I’m deeply moved by such high praise and kindness too. It’s always a pleasant surprise when a Greek Goddess steps into a poem, but nothing could prepare me for when all eight, each claiming a different phase of Mother Moon, stepped in. “Stead” ah, now there’s a delightful word I haven’t heard in a while, thank you for gifting me with it today.

      The art is ab-soul-utely fantastic, is it not?! When I first saw Her on Elaine’s page a couple of weeks ago at the time of the Full Moon, I thought to myself then, this beautiful, earthy “Green Woman” is for me and will be perfect for my poem too, so I kept a small image of Her on the page as my poem began to take shape and form. And what a daily inspiration she was with her fresh green growth in hand!

      Oh, I’m already looking forward to your next post and hoping to hear more about baby Sam. And maybe see more photos of him? Loved the anniversary one on FB of you, Neil, David and of course little Sam! Until then, love and light, Deborah.

  3. I won’t think about the Moon in the same way again, Deborah. You begin with Hecate in the Moon’s darkness—like today. I love the crescent of light picking up the old Moon in her arms. The crescent as silver cradle and Artemis’s long bent fingernail (Hecate-like but also cradle-like) feels just right for planting seeds.

    I’m surprised by Athena’s appearance, but you combine her opposites perfectly with flexibility and ability to reconsider—guarded by that beautiful fox. Then honing and perfecting into the growing nearly full circle with Selene. I love her power to move the ocean tides.

    Like Athena, another surprise (for me) when Hera shows up as full moon. But of course, she’s the mother of all. And Demeter, the grieving mother and teacher of how to live with ever changing life relationships and letting go. Perfect! Phoebe? Do you see her as grandmother, gathering everyone in for the coming dark moon? I thought of how I make sure I have adequate firewood for winter and all the summer tools are safely stored. And Nyx leading us into the shadows of the night where we rest again in total darkness.

    An amazing poem, Deborah, and a new creative understanding of Lunar Goddesses for me. I feel how much knowledge and heart you put into each stage of the Moon cycle. The challenges of this time for you personally and for the world made this piece go deeper and deeper.

    1. Thank you so much dear Elaine for shining your love and light onto, and into, my poem! I’m surprised that all these eight Greek Goddesses stepped in, offering their beauty, love, strength, intellect and power during each moon phase. The days when the fox came were truly remarkable ones, she just sat there in moonlight, shimmering, eyeballing me only inches away, as poet and fox stared at each other through the glass. The fierce warrior Goddess Athena came instantly to mind, as I looked up to Mother Moon, all the while my poem began to take shape.

      And in the fullness of Mother Moon, in the Season of the Mother, who else but the great Goddess Hera, the Great Mother Herself and Protectress of all would shine Her full love down on us all. Phoebe’s brightness and radiance, a gift from the muses, came at the time when Russia invaded Ukraine and I knew then that Putin had not planned this war well due to it taking place at the waning phase and so this Grandmother of both Hecate and Artemis offered me Her wisdom, instructing me to set down all things heavy and prepare for rebirth. Love and light, Deborah.

  4. A splendid winged description of the imaginary scene of Mother Moon, also in the company of all the good Goddesses. Can it be a Fairy Tale?
    This is an excellent poem, Dear Deborah, despite your loss and this inhumanity in Ukraine. Thank you.

    1. Thank you so much Dear Aladin for your splendid reply! As I wrote earlier, I had no idea all eight Greek Goddesses were going to step into my poem but I’m rather glad they did. Each seemed to know which moon phase suited them best. Continuing to witness and write about Mother Moon after my father’s death on day 15 was difficult to say the least, yet in many ways, doing so helped enormously. As it did on day 24 when the war began. Love and light, Deborah.

  5. You are beautiful. This is beautiful. You capture each light filled cycle wonderfully. Thanks for sharing this with the world Deborah, it is good medicine. May your poetry continue to land with grace, rise with revelry and joy, and accompany many on their journey throughout this lifetime.

    1. Wow! I’m a poet with few words, just a full and bursting heart. “Good medicine”, I love that! Thank you so much Bookworm for your beautiful and most generous comment! Hope all’s well with you and yours. Love and light, Deborah.

      1. The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
        A Night or two ago –
        And now she turns Her perfect Face
        Upon the World below –

        Her Forehead is of Amplest Blonde –
        Her Cheek – a Beryl hewn –
        Her Eye unto the Summer Dew
        The likest I have known –

        Her Lips of Amber never part –
        But what must be the smile
        Upon Her Friend she could confer
        Were such Her Silver Will –

        And what a privilege to be
        But the remotest Star –
        For Certainty She take Her Way
        Beside Your Palace Door –

        Her Bonnet is the Firmament –
        The Universe – Her Shoe –
        The Stars – the Trinkets at Her Belt –
        Her Dimities – of Blue.

        by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)

        1. Oh, so rare and beautiful! I love how Mother Moon’s face slowly emerges from the darkness in Emily’s poem. She had me at the first line! I remember reading this as a teenager and thinking how the luminous moon IS a Goddess! And then all these years later, I write a poem with not one but eight Greek Goddesses in it! Thank you for sharing this poem today Bookworm as Her “Chin of Gold” comes into view.

  6. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful! This is such a beautifully crafted journey through the cycle of Mother Moon…much like the one you interwove through your Poetry of the Tarot with the “Fools journey”, this works on so many levels.

    I love how you have associated a different Goddess in each stage of the cycle, using each ones traits to mirror the quality of time for each phase…Hera is perfect for the full moon as the goddess of motherhood – “Her Divine Feminine light beams nurturance into our souls.” I’ve always felt this as a time of magick and a time to celebrate, now I am reminded to sense Hera’s presence at this time … and that of all of the other goddesses as I watch each phase pass by. They have all added new layers of meaning to the moons cycle and enrich the journey even more for me with your beautifully woven words.

    Many Mother Moon blessings in this time of Hecate’s dark nights, Sophia xx

    1. Thank you so much Sophia for your beautiful, heartening reply! Although I’ve previously followed Mother Moon around the skies, especially when Full, I’ve never actually followed Her for an entire month before, so this endeavour was a first for me. Yes, much like the Tarot’s archetypal Fool’s Journey, I was looking for another poetry cycle to delve into and what better I thought than the ever-changing eight phases of the moon. And this month’s long, moon-gazing days and nights has changed my relationship with the moon forever.

      I had no idea that eight Greek Goddesses were going to step into my poem, until they did. I’m as surprised as my readers might be but who am I to argue with the muses I thought! Yes, each goddess brought a different quality with Her, as you so rightly say. Hera, and Her mothering, I couldn’t deny Her claiming Full Moon rights in the Season of the Mother, as I call it. Indeed, the Dark Moon phase began today, around 30 minutes ago. All Hail Hecate! Time for us to rest and reflect, put down those wands and books. Love and light, Deborah.

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