It’s dark. Ambient sounds fill the air. A gentle breeze whispers on your shoulders. As your pupils dilate another world opens to you. The liminal space between sun and moon and sun again. The period of time from sunset, to moonlight, to sunrise creates a heightened sense of being in the world. A sensory experience of who you are. Who we are. Connected by a silver thread trailing in the wind.
Usually this is experienced when alone but at times it can also be felt in the quiet company of friends, strangers, or even crowds. This is a part of our blueprint. Our ancestors performed rituals and told magical stories about it. They feared and venerated the deities who personified these celestial bodies and atmospheric changes.
Bards, poets, painters, and the like drew up each drop of moonlight, alchemized its essence, and fed the world its darkened sweetness. Their art and stories shone on the parts of the human soul that are too translucent to see in the harsh daylight of daily tasks and busyness. But as history progressed, little by little darkness became scarce. Street lamps turned to incandescent lights turned to little blue glowing screens.
What might we have forgotten? What might we still remember? And what do we most now need?
Outside tonight there is a fragrance in the air that wants to draw you out. A soft chattering is calling you. A moon is waiting to be seen and for you to be seen in return.