Delight in the fullness of summer! On my early morning walks, I revel in the cool and lively chi, a gift before the approaching heat. The sun is sending waves of golden, honey-drenched light everywhere. I can feel the vibrant cosmos pouring into me as I roam through my neighborhood accompanied by the busy hum of bees.
This time is also known as the Full Buck Moon (because this is when the velvety antlers of young bucks emerge) and the Full Hay Moon, a time of growth and bounty. Perhaps in your own life you’re about to experience the flowering of a project you have worked a long time to develop. Or maybe you’ve been lying low, contemplating changes you want to make at work or in your relationships. Like the appearance of new antlers, your desire for change is a signal: you’re not the same you that you were last year. New powers want to emerge.
A summer thunderstorm may not clear the air in your town, but be on the lookout for something that brings new clarity and vibrancy to your world. The Full Thunder Moon can startle and snap us to attention with its clap and clatter. Illuminations may arrive, like the downpour of rejuvenating, cooling rain. Drink up the inspiration, like the flowers, trees and grass soaking up the rain. You may even experience a kind of wild baptism.
To honor this Moon, make a joyful noise. If I had a pair of cymbals, I’d take them out to my backyard and bash and clang to this Moon! Instead, I plan to place a strip of velvet in one of my favorite shady outdoor places, dedicating this gift to the stags, does and fawns of the forest, as I ask the Goddess to bless and nurture my own rebirth and regeneration.
If you have access to a barn or a field where hay bales have just been made, you might create a little space where you can kneel in contemplation among the bales. Ask for and pray for your highest desires and hopes. The Full Thunder Moon is a granting moon, a moon of letting loose. Step up and express yourself! I’m working on that myself, and I pray that it goes well with you.
The Door in the Wall
The door in the wall
Is just where I want to be.
Your body is a wall, always a wall,
But I believe in it all,
A secret door in the wall
That opens for you, for me.
© 2013 Robert McDowell