Whether we know it or not, we are tied into the moon’s phases at all times. It clearly didn’t mean much to me as a child growing up, but I heard that the beach tides depended on the moon’s gravity pull, one day my Father said that to me. We would go to the beach often and he and I marveled at the waves coming in. I loved the tides and the sea gifts that came to me in the way of little shells and smooth moon rocks. I even loved seeing the different types of seaweed as the waves delivered them to my feet. I frolicked in the waves, decorating myself with the seaweed, surfacing with strands of seaweed in my hair as though I was wearing a tiara made up of emerald green poppies strung together on the seaweed. I imagined that I was a mermaid swimming in the ocean without a care in the world, surfacing under a full moon, to relax in the waves as the moon rose higher. I felt lulled by the waves as I jumped through them in Bolinas and again in San Diego, at the first college I attended. It was effortless for me to swim in and under the waves, swimming was second nature to me, without a doubt. Occasionally we would see the moon up in the sky during these beach days. My Father and I watched the moon from our city home rising up over the bay on a fog-less night.
Long into my adulthood, I bore a child and she was born on the night of a full summer moon. In fact, it was a most unbelievable night of screams, some crying like a banshee into the darkness where a pale yellow lamp light of the moon shone down on this hospital. There were so many that a few of us didn’t have any rooms to be hidden in. We were on gurneys in the hallway of the hospital, until the very last bit when we were shoved into a room with horrible orange and silver and pink polkadot wallpaper on the walls, which made me seasick, as I told them to rip it down. The nurse said to the doctor, “It is the moon, that is why she says that.” He replied, “Yes the moon has made all these babies decide to be born tonight, of all nights, we have a full house. We have never had so many babies coming at once, he exclaimed!” There were ten babies born one after the other that night. One baby was a record 14 pounds, and mine was 6.6oz, the smallest that night.
On Long Island on a certain night of the year, when the moon is full, and the crickets are out making their music with their feet, the wings of night birds are the only things you can hear flapping in the air, if you listen very carefully as you sit as still as you can in the sand dunes. I took my little daughter out to witness a full moon rising in the middle of the summer. We sat on the dune with the dune grasses around us, as we watched as the moon rose out of the sea of the Sound, with the iridescent water moving to the rhyme of the tides as the moon pulled the water back and forth, back and forth. It was a lulling summer night and the sea birds chirped now and then, as they passed us, with their wings that fanned the air near our faces. Before long as we sat enjoying such a beautiful sight, the water was teaming with little bodies swimming to shore. We could not tell what they were, but they were all coming in from the Sound and the sea to the east of the island, clamoring over each other, knocking into each other, to the shore right in front of us. Then they were on the beach coming up over to top of each other, their shells knocking against the sand and knocking against each other, a hollow sound echoed in the still air, as they seemed intent on knocking each other out of the way, as they crawled up out of the water onto the beach. There were so many of them coming up out of the water right in front of us, too many to count, the sea teaming with them. Thousands were coming, an army of these ancient beasts. The sea was churning with them, and the beach, the sand landscape was moving as if it was alive. These beasts as ancient as Father Time beat each other with their whip tails and knocked each other as they scraped along the sand and finally they stopped in front of a mound on the sand, just in front of us. We sat still and hardly breathed, as I gathered my daughter carefully into my lap as I held her, with her hands around my neck. I was ready to spring up and run both of us to the dock. Hush hush my darling I whispered in her ear, wasn’t more than a murmur. Then there was a moment of silence as they all stopped moving suddenly. Then we looked at the sky just as the moon rose to the pinnacle in the sky, it was a huge moon with a moon beam pathway that lit up the beach all in front of us was bathed in this iridescent light, in the humid summer night. The mound in the sand in front of us started to move, it twisted one way, and then it twisted the other way, and sideways and it rotated right in front of us, as the sand was being shaken off of the thing rising out of the sand…It was a huge mound in the sand. It was the largest thing which dwarfed all the others. It had a little dance that it did. It rose up and twisted one way, then went down, then rose up and twisted the other way. It did this over and over, like a little dance. Suddenly, The Queen of the Horseshoe Crabs had shaken all the sand off of her and she stood majestically on the mound waving her tail from side to side as she twisted and bobbed up and down. She had been at our feet and she chose to have us witness this phenomenon. The crabs sensed it was their time to move and they clambered ever the more to get over to the Queen. She didn’t mate with them as they came up to her. She pushed them aside, and the rejected ones fought off the others coming up to her. The rejected ones were overpowered and pushed off to the side and banished by the others who clambered over them. She chose only the ones she wanted to mate with and there we were unable to move in any direction for the horseshoe crabs had moved all over the beach and the dunes as we sat captive. That night of all nights was a night to remember with the full moon rising into the magic of the midsummer’s night, which happened to be my daughter’s birthday… she had just turned five years old.
We do not know how strongly we are tied into nature and the moon, until we become witnesses to the magic of the moments of a full moon rising. The moments of my daughter’s birth, as significant as being born under a full moon, and into the ongoing years of watching the moon risings and sensing when things come full swing in the momentum of the moon’s risings, we are the lucky ones to be in the moment of time when things serendipitously happen… In the night sky above where I live, the moon is ever present and I believe that she is as special as a Goddess. I sing a little song to the moon when I see her. It is about the moon sees me, and she sees the ones that I long to see, and the ones that I love. I ask the moon to take care of the ones I love as she rules the skies and while she has the ability to pull on our heart strings through unseen bonds, let us again witness her magic of effervescence and iridescence as she charms all that is under her moon beam spells.