If last year was the Year of the Star, this is the Year of the Moon. It all started with Méa pointing out the numbers of the Major Arcana matching the year, so she deserves the credit for this (don’t worry, her blog might be in German but there is a translation option in the sidebar!). I’m always equally giddy and anxious in the face of new beginnings, and this year is no different.
It’s strange how the Moon is female in almost all languages and cultures but it German the genus is masculine. Not that this stopped my mother when I was little, and so I grew up looking up to this celestial body seeing a woman, most of the time, and old crone, so old that gender almost didn’t apply anymore, but still some sort of Mother, capital M. One who taught me about pain and power through blood and light. I grew up with a consciousness for Moon phases and with the knowledge that my Moon Blood was nothing to be ashamed of. The Moon Crone has always been with me, always listening to me, and always given me new hope as she goes through her cycles, renewing herself every time.The Moon is a symbol of Magic, of witchcraft, of the feminine and the dark. It’s a sign for me to meditate, to gather all my different sides and aspects and bring them together for insight. The Moon is about intuition, about dreams and the fantastic. But nightmares, too, are dreams and the moon brings transformation and – even named for her – lunacy. It’s in her silvery light that we see shadows become something more menacing, that we become feral and mystical and bright-eyed. She moves the tides like our emotions move, they rise and fall, sometimes more vividly under her light.
The moon means passion, but not necessarily sexual passion, rather she means passion for yourself. It’s your dreams you will follow, your needs that should be fulfilled, this is about self-care, about healthy egocentricity.
Yet, fair warning, with all that was written about transformation, unseelie desires (because we all have them, and that’s good) and lunacy it’s sometimes hard not to lose oneself in the trance, the light, the blood. What can seem like a path to your true self in one moment might become obsession with an ideal that would look quite off by daylight.
This is my goal for the Year of the Moon: To find myself through all this strangeness and always stay who I am even if I transform every now and then into something that might not look the same, and sometimes vanish. To meditate, to come to my senses by sometimes giving in to madness. To be passionate, especially about myself. Because I deserve it, and I care for myself. I am a child of the Moon Crone, and she watches me. I want to make her proud.
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P.S.: Quick note on the pictures
1) is the front page of my current bullet journal thing (that I’m not sure about whether it qualifies as a bujo or not) and I really like it.
2) is the last picture I took on New Year’s Eve and I was pleasantly surprised how good it came out even though I didn’t use a tripod. I took that as a great sign for this year.
3) actually shows not a Tarot but a Lenormand card but I liked the illustration so much. The number assigned to the Moon in this set of cards is 32, not 18, though.