I open my mouth and drink the moonbeams of a full Grandmother Moon, nourishing my soul. I may be picking my way along a donkey trail, but I find the night light beaming into my body as I step gently on Mother Earth.

I am just returning from the glittering neon lights of downtown Fondis and find quiet peace in the yurt as new cat Meowder rubs against my ankles, welcoming me home. The glitter and glamour of the big city is fine but it is here, in my isolated yurt perched on the edge of the cliffs, that I can commune with the spirits that bless the starlight.

Yes, I’m thinking of you as I consider all this. You, my dear reader, with whom I connect by cyber magic. I am grateful. Sing to the Moon and drink her blessings.

14 March 2006 Deirdre H. Moon

Fondis