During the last full moon, I was in the high elevations of the Altai Mountains in Siberia, Russia. I was, at that point travelling completely solo in a nomadic part of the world. The “towns” would be more aptly described as camps. The only thing familiar to me was the light of the moon…it was grounding and comforting to see the light orb rise over the jagged edges of the mountain ridge.
Now home, in Seattle I’ve witnessed the waxing of this new moon. The magnetic force of the moon’s pull tugs on my gaze each night. I feel a warm peace flow through my body. It is my daily reminder that the force of gravity which keeps Mother Earth tethered to the Moon is monumental and stronger than any technology we tether ourselves to. After unplugging from this artificial web this evening, I will tune into the almost full moon and follow the light. I’d like to share this poem:
Siberian Moon
At first glance, electricity shoots through my veins.
On impulse, I reach towards the sky.
My eyes snap shut, purple imprints dance upon my eyes.
I take a deep breath, moist air makes my mind blind.
My head is floating, sensation takes over.
I fly.
Krystal Light
Physically, Kelly now is existing back on this continent. That is about the only statement I dare make about the spirit adventuring modern day Marco Polo.
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