My September moon was named Rivers Searching for Their Lost Seas moon. I was thinking of those rivers which no longer flow freely to the sea as they once did, who beneath this September moon might surely recall the wide shimmering path with which the sea once bid them welcome as they were gathered into a sacred and sentient space filled with the spirits of other rivers who had, at last, found home.
My Lycoris aurea are finally sending up bloom spikes while our red lycoris were up a few weeks ago. I was worried the aurea were not going to come up this year or that something happened to them, but no, patience was all I needed. They would come up in their own time. I've been pondering your moon question since you wrote about it in an August newsletter and the only one I could come up with for August was the Back to School Moon. September might as well be called Second Summer Moon---100* this week possibly.
Second Summer Moon -- that is 100% correct. I can't believe how warm this fall has been. Today (9/21) it's 94 degrees. That's crazy-making all the way around.
In Charleston I'm calling this full moon the King Tide Wood Stork Wading Full Moon. For the past 4 days we have experienced king tides (common this time of year due to the moon's position with the earth) and the clatter of wood storks wading in the high tide every morning (with a few roseate spoonbills thrown in for good measure).
I am thinking of the tales that you might tell of forces unleashed only during the time of king tides, of mornings set against that clatter of wood storks wading.
Happy Mid-Autumn Festival or Moon Festival! Most of our family and friends in Asia celebrated Moon Festival yesterday, for us it’s today. It’s a time of gathering with family and loved ones.
I have a love/hate relationship with full moons. They are lovely to look at, but I don't get much sleep for days before and after. Even in a bedroom with curtains and shades and wearing an eye mask, somehow my body knows it's too bright to sleep.
Thanks for all this. The cooler weather this week has made me full of hope and ready to re-engage with the world again.
I have just finished reading The Woods of Fannin County. It is a compelling story, and I love the way you structured it. The voice of the adult Bobby was perfect in its understated pain. I’m having a hard time getting the book out of my head. Best wishes for the book’s success. Loved Raven’s cover art.
Diane, thank you. Yes, it's a haunting story. I've lived with it for so many years now that it doesn't bother me anymore. But I'm hearing from you and from other readers that it can be a painful and haunting read. Thank you for giving me the honor of reading it.
If you see anything you'd add, tell me. It's probably not a poem, you know, but more like nonfiction broken up like a poem. I feel that it's not finished. So if you have anything to add or if you differ with anything, I'd love to hear.
Yes! A toast to the maintainers of this world. Steadfast. A word that i am particularly aware of as i move through the third trimester of this life.
My September moon was named Rivers Searching for Their Lost Seas moon. I was thinking of those rivers which no longer flow freely to the sea as they once did, who beneath this September moon might surely recall the wide shimmering path with which the sea once bid them welcome as they were gathered into a sacred and sentient space filled with the spirits of other rivers who had, at last, found home.
Oh my word, that is so beautifully said. Wow. Thank you. Blessings on you and your work.
ty, Janese. And thank you for this substack offering. I don't see a place to subscribe with a donation. Happy to do so when/if that is added.
You are so kind and generous.
My Lycoris aurea are finally sending up bloom spikes while our red lycoris were up a few weeks ago. I was worried the aurea were not going to come up this year or that something happened to them, but no, patience was all I needed. They would come up in their own time. I've been pondering your moon question since you wrote about it in an August newsletter and the only one I could come up with for August was the Back to School Moon. September might as well be called Second Summer Moon---100* this week possibly.
Second Summer Moon -- that is 100% correct. I can't believe how warm this fall has been. Today (9/21) it's 94 degrees. That's crazy-making all the way around.
In Charleston I'm calling this full moon the King Tide Wood Stork Wading Full Moon. For the past 4 days we have experienced king tides (common this time of year due to the moon's position with the earth) and the clatter of wood storks wading in the high tide every morning (with a few roseate spoonbills thrown in for good measure).
I am thinking of the tales that you might tell of forces unleashed only during the time of king tides, of mornings set against that clatter of wood storks wading.
That is incredibly poetic: King Tide Wood Stork Wading Full Moon. It's a poem in itself. Thank you!
Happy Mid-Autumn Festival or Moon Festival! Most of our family and friends in Asia celebrated Moon Festival yesterday, for us it’s today. It’s a time of gathering with family and loved ones.
What a lovely reason for a family gathering.
That sounds so lovely.
I have a love/hate relationship with full moons. They are lovely to look at, but I don't get much sleep for days before and after. Even in a bedroom with curtains and shades and wearing an eye mask, somehow my body knows it's too bright to sleep.
Going without sleep is very difficult. I feel for you.
Thanks for all this. The cooler weather this week has made me full of hope and ready to re-engage with the world again.
I have just finished reading The Woods of Fannin County. It is a compelling story, and I love the way you structured it. The voice of the adult Bobby was perfect in its understated pain. I’m having a hard time getting the book out of my head. Best wishes for the book’s success. Loved Raven’s cover art.
Diane, thank you. Yes, it's a haunting story. I've lived with it for so many years now that it doesn't bother me anymore. But I'm hearing from you and from other readers that it can be a painful and haunting read. Thank you for giving me the honor of reading it.
Beautiful. All points . I will contemplate this poem this weekend! Thank you ❤️
If you see anything you'd add, tell me. It's probably not a poem, you know, but more like nonfiction broken up like a poem. I feel that it's not finished. So if you have anything to add or if you differ with anything, I'd love to hear.
Thank you for that prompt. Right now I’m calling this full moon the pain moon and I sure hope that is impermanent!
Well, I certainly hope so.