And for seeking the deep, deep wisdom of the Elder Moon
I'll start with the right side, as this came together quickly and easily...
Almost all the images are from old Toast catalogues with words clipped from magazines... I love the image top left 'and all was calm' - she's holding two halves of a pomegranate in her hands, and I've stuck these words on her dress:
And top right are words and an image from an old We'Moon diary:
I call to the North, to the
darkness that corrupts and
buries, poisoning the daylight.
I call to the South, to the
fires that lick and burn, guiltless
I call to the East, to madness
that masquerades as truth
I call to the West, to storms
that torment and roil, ravaging
everything in their path.
This page took longer to come together as there are more elements - including the sprig of rosemary I received the other day, and a wee grey feather that clung to my shoe...
Top left is an image from a magazine ad on which I've stuck this from another old We'Moon diary:
A Prayer for Guidance Through the Darkness
Wild Woman, push us into the cauldron, swirling us into the darkest depths of the earth. Let us emerge with mud in our hair, snails on our feet, and lichen on our arms. Let owls, ravens, and starlings fly in our wake - wolves, cats, and snakes follow our footsteps. Let our spines become as thick and strong as the redwood.
Our power is endless. Our strength is staggering. Our creativity has no boundaries. Our possibilities are limitless.
(excerpt Yancy Lael, 2009)
Next to this is an image from a card by Wendy Andrew called 'Grandmother Crone', then a black and white Toast image on which I've stuck these words from another We'Moon diary:
quiet mind, i am divine
in this body of earth
i carry the wild inside me.
(excerpt Marina Evans 2010)
Then there is yet another We'Moon page(!) with a prayer to Hecate, and finally a postcard from my stash with this Ursula LeGuin poem on it:
I see her walking
on a path through a pathless forest
or a maze, a labyrinth.
As she walks, she spins
and the fine threads fall behind her
following her way,
where she is going,
where she she has gone.
Telling the story.
The line, the thread of voice,
the sentence saying the way.
I am sensing that 2016 will be a year of words... words I spin... to tell where I am going and where I have gone...
This is the last New Moon of 2015, and already I sense the year is fading into memory as the bright New Year begins to form...