full moon rising


Last night as I was cleaning up the kitchen after dinner (a repeat of my quick chard & couscous pilaf) I noticed the full Moon rising from behind our redwood tree, making lacy silhouettes of the branches. Earlier in the day I had read that Native Americans of the Lenape (Delaware) tribe named the March full Moon, “Moon when Juice Drips from the Trees.” I always seem to have intense experiences during full Moons but this was a pleasantly quiet and uneventful one–just a peaceful solitary moment in a still garden. When was the last time you stood alone under a full Moon and a clear sky and breathed in the fresh night air?

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