The full moon occurred on Friday night, and was carried over through the weekend, into the Spring Equinox, or as we Pagans call it, Ostara.
I captured 
this picture from my driveway on Friday evening.
I love the moon.
When I was a kid, I was frightened of the dark. Terribly, awfully afraid – almost to the point of phobia.
It wasn’t until after I finally started learning about Wicca, that I stopped fearing the dark, and learned that it could be a comfort, too. The moon is now, to me, the Mother’s face, watching, protecting, empowering me.
She hangs up there, throughout the night, my favorite time, and even when her face is not full, there is a special magick that follows her, and makes me smile when I see her. It’s always been said that there’s a “man in the moon”, but they lie.
It’s the Goddess’ face I see there.
This second picture was sent to me via text, the same night, from someone very dear to me, who knows about my fascination with the moon.
I love the fact that the camera on this phone turned the moon blue. Beautiful, absolutely stunning.
It was a thoughtful, sweet gesture, and it was the perfect gift.
The next night, EldestDaughter came into town, as she had agreed to go to prom with a friend here in our town. She stopped by the house, just so I could take pictures of her in her dress, as I didn’t get any when she actually went to her senior prom (a tale for another day), and so I FINALLY got my prom pictures of her…. 2 years late.
I told her about the “supermoon”, and later that same evening, I received this:
EldestDaughter also knows about my absolute love of the moon – and that she was thinking about me while at a dance with friends? Priceless.
Also, one of EldestDaughter’s favorite books is “Goodnight Moon” by Margaret Wise Brown.
It was one of my favorites to read to the kids when they were little, and I think we have 3 copies of this book floating around the house.
My favorite part? The ending.
Goodnight stars
Goodnight air
Goodnight noises, everywhere.
(Goodnight, Moon, I love you)
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