Owls and Orchids

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“There are some things, after all, that Sally Owens knows for certain: Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender, for luck. Fall in love whenever you can.”
― Alice Hoffman, Practical Magic

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Yesterday I spent almost the entire day wondering how I could sprinkle some fairy dust for my son and help him with his unexpected disaster. That or perform some wonderful magic spell to alter reality. It was also the Full Moon last night and a Super Moon at that. Unfortunately, here in New South Wales, in Byron Bay, it was overcast and light showers. I could feel her energy but not see her face.

I’ve spent the day dreaming and day dreaming, I didn’t get much sleep and my right eye has decided to feel like hot coals in its socket, thanks to Lyme bugs, quite uncomfortable, so by morning I was a physical and emotional wreck. I was also pretty tired! My dreams all centered around the magical and mythical. Knights riding up on white chargers to save the day, Merlin arriving with his arcane knowledge and casting awesome spells to create wonders even I hadn’t thought of, and of course, fairies to bring happiness and joy and their own brand of magic.

So tonight it was a beautiful surprise to see the orange glow of the moon creeping over the horizon.  Thanks to my beautiful Nikon camera I took these photos.

Rugged up against the cold we stayed outside to watch her climb into the sky, perform a little ritual and bathe in her radiance. It was amazing how much better I felt afterwards.

Nothing had changed apart from how I felt about everything. my perspective had been realigned. Recharged by the magic of the moon I felt a delicious peace wash over me.

It’s difficult to explain. The problems from yesterday are still there. The heartache of being unable to do anything significant to help has not vanished, yet somehow I feel that whatever magic I find in seeing the moon floating high above me has washed some of that ache away.

At times like that it’s hard to deny that something outside of this mundane world is at work.

The small curl of white from my mouth as I breathed wreathed around my head, reminding me of the chill in the air. The sound of the ocean breaking on the beach was clearly audible. Everything else faded into the background and I was conscious of the beating of my heart, almost in time with the ocean surging to the sand. It was easy to imagine myself, in warmer weather, slowly walking into the silvered light from the moon, bathing in its radiance both from above and below.

If this is magic then I’m in favour of it.  Let the fairies fly and fairy dust and moon dust fall with the moon beams. It is a beautiful way to get some peace and calm in the stress and rush of our everyday.

May your days be filled with sunshine and your night filled with the magic of the moon.

Blessings  Susan x

“Woman is the most superstitious animal beneath the moon. When a woman has a premonition that Tuesday will be a disaster, to which a man pays no heed, he will very likely lose his fortune then. This is not meant to be an occult or mystic remark. The female body is a vessel, and the universe drops its secrets into her far more quickly than it communicates them to the male.”
― Edward Dahlberg

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