The muted noise of a dark moon

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Darkness can be all-encompassing; it steals the energy from your core. The dark moon comes when you’re choking on air and fighting back the tears that won’t be stopped. The quiet of darkness overwhelms the senses. The sound of pending pain cannot be avoided. That which is natural will come to pass – it is the rhythm of the universe. It is the pulse of steady breathing – continual, natural, and inevitable.

The chaos that is others’ voices dims that inner knowing. That knowing that I should be a writer. That knowing that this moment and the moments before me is not my destination but a detour. A detour that is painful, interesting and necessary. I was once told that growing pains need not only be physical. Noted. Experienced. True.

At a distance; in perspective

Some call it the new moon: when the moon rises when the sun rises and sets when the sun sets. It crosses the sky with the sun during the day. The dark moon comes between the earth and the sun then it isn’t visible to the naked eye. The sun overpowers it. The sun overpowers much in the universe. The dark moon is actually a speck in the galaxy. It is momentary but it has unspeakable significance on our lives on earth. It influences water – 70% of human bodies. It governs the tides and Wicca rituals.

 

The other side

There is another side to a dark moon; and that is the side that faces the intense heat of the sun. The side that is infused with power and unrelenting staying power. That side that will not let go and keeps pushing on. The dark moon always has a brighter side; it creates the depth of shadows. The human mind and soul are embedded in these shadows. The other side is rarely explored yet holds unspeakable potential. We need only extend our reach beyond to the far side of our selves.

 

Looking sideways

The dark moon represents a full cycle. When the world shakes and buckles and the trees heave under the weight of being immortal beings, the noise of being is mute – silence comes at the bottom of the well. I am being torn in spaces I didn’t know existed. My calm and ease belie the instability of my being. I understand few things and know less the more I learn.

The insistent hum that signals the quest for perfection is unsettling: What have you done with your life?

For the Scriptic prompt exchange this week, Leo  gave me this prompt: New Moon. and I gave Kit this prompt: ”Tell about that moment when everything fell apart; when there was nothing left to hold onto except something that you didn’t know existed until that moment.

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