When I sat down to write this post, I realized that I missed the July full moon. Not just posting about it—even being aware it was happening. This is something I try to avoid.
Modern society has moved so far from the natural. Much of my life revolves around screens. Computer screens, phone screens, TV. Keeping in touch with the phases of the moon reminds me that there’s more to life. There’s a giant rock floating above our heads through the magic of physics. A rock that effects all life on our planet—the tides, the Earth’s axis, even the speed of its rotation. That is incredibly cool.
Remembering the moon helps me to look outside of myself and my life. To look up to the sky, with optimism and wonder. The universe is progressing in perfect order, even through the ups and downs of our lives. There’s a balance and harmony taking place around us that is amazing and awe-inspiring, if we only take the time to think about it.
As a writer and as a human being, I love thinking about things like this—about the impact the moon has on life, and being grateful for how it’s helped to shape the world. I love looking at the moon and wondering, “What if?” and applying those thoughts to shaping the worlds of my imagination in the stories I write.
Humanity has been inspired by the moon throughout our history. Tomorrow’s full moon is called the Corn Moon. It marked a time of grain harvests. Harvest moons are always a time to reflect on our blessings, which is good, since July’s full moon was the Blessing Moon. I’ll be doubly-celebrating the Corn Moon, thinking of the grain harvest of my ancestors and being thankful for the nourishment I receive, and also about all the blessings in my life.
Tomorrow is a day (and night) to focus on gratitude. For the blessings I’ve already received and those that are yet to come.