Dancing with the rising moon, bats flit and flurry, loop and swoop, owning the night sky.
Now the full harvest moon glides up from behind the ridge, the archetypal smiley face. I will not be alone tonight. I will celebrate my personal harvest, the accomplishments of summer just fading. I will wrap myself in the orange glow from my friend, my companion, and hold that shine in my soul to warm me from the inside out. The moon and I are wide awake.
• What ephemeral things are flitting through your life now?
• How does the full moon speak to you?
• What is your harvest this season?