Thanks to Erika’s new moon counter thingy (which I might surreptitiously steal at some point) I remembered the other night to notice that it was a full moon.

The full moon has always had a special, magical attraction for me and, as I stood shivering in my small garden and looked up, I felt that old wave of reverence again. In such a state of mind I could almost feel a witchiness within, the urge to dance on a hill dressed only in moonlight, the power of the goddess…

Thanks Erika, for making me see the moon again, and for giving me a new way to look at it.