The full moon is rising now. I can just begin to see her fullness
penetrating above the mist and through the sillouetted trees. How I
have missed her this last month! Floundering in the darkness, I have lost
my Self, my purpose, the structure which defines my days. But now, as
Grandmother Moon steadily rises above the foggy forest, the light of
remembrance penetrates my body and soul.
There was a time, I remember, when I was celebrating this moment within a
circle of women. We danced in the ancient oak groves, we sat in sacred moon
lodges. We sang the songs, the chants of our grandmothers, so that our souls
would be renewed. ("Neesa, neesa, neesa....") We sang teaching songs, wisdom
songs. We sang them so that our younger sisters would hear them and begin to
find their way into our circle. ("Neesa, neesa, neesa....") We sang songs of
initiation into the Mysteries. We sang songs of praise to the Goddesses who
blessed our lives. Our voices were heard in the night by all the birds and
beasts of the land and they rejoiced in our celebration. ("Neesa, neesa,
neesa....")
There was a time when women gathered in sacred ritual. Through these
rituals, the laws of the land were honored, the healing ways were remembered.
There was a time when I was connected to the will of the Goddess like a tree
bends when the wind blows. There was a time when I knew what my people needed.
There was a time when the heart of the feminine spirit was strong and in
balance with the masculine will. There was a time when there were plenty of
women spiritual teachers to go to in order to learn the sacred women's ways.
There was a time when strong spiritual women had a place in society. Where is
that place now? ...Where? Is it right over there? Shall I walk over there and
stand? ...But no one else is here! Where are my fellow sister seekers? Does
anyone else remember?
It looks like it's just you and me, Grandmother, just you and me and the
crickets. Or, is it? Did I hear a sound, did I feel a yearning? Is someone
else out there searching for the sacred circle? I can't see into the dark, and
the moon has gone behind a tree. Come out and show yourself! Step out of the
forest and into the meadow. Move out of the mists of forgotten time and into
the moonlight. Come, commune with me! Dance your Light so that I may know
you. The Goddess calls; the Circle is cast.
