Lughnasa Full Honey Extraction Moon
The moon. Tonight. A darkening sky, blue behind the openings in the clouds and peeking out from behind a modest veil, a full Honey Extraction Moon, its color a silvered gold, honey-like and mysterious. I love the surprise of a beautiful moon in the sky, looking out on a familiar horizon to see it transformed by the ordinary extraordinary moon. The moons from now through the end of the year often have a wow factor. The Harvest Moon. The Thanksgiving moon rising over stubbled fields coated with snow. The Winter Solstice moon, sending lambent light onto the snow, casting faint shadows of trees, houses, people.
This moon shone in the eastern sky as I returned from Tai Chi. This was the 20th week and the teacher, Cheryl, announced, again, that we were close to a third of the way through the form. “It’s a milestone,” said Cliff, a 13 year practitioner. A third of the way through. 20 weeks. At this pace it will be a year before we have worked our way through the whole form. Being patient with myself. Learning that in this class.
At points now I feel a grace coming into my motions, a fluidity beyond learning the choreography, beginning to make it mine, to work from the inside out rather than the outside only. Not often. But I have felt it.
Thought about Cliff, a younger guy, maybe in his forties, having practiced 13 years. Realized I’ll be 77 by the time I hit 13 years. Whoa.