Going home
Wildness

Cycles and crescent moons

Image copyright by Cathrine Hyde

From Refuge: An Unnatural History of Family and Place by Terry Tempest Williams:

"Flocks of magpies have descended on our yard. I cannot sleep for all their raucous behavior. Perched on weathered fences, their green-black tales, long as rulers, wave up and down, reprimanding me for all I have not done.

"I have done nothing for weeks. I have no work. I don't want to see anyone much less talk. All I want to do is sleep.

Image copyright by Catherine Hyde

"Monday, I hit rock-bottom, different from bedrock, which is solid, expansive, full of light and originality. Rock-bottom is the bottom of the rock, the underbelly that rarely gets turned over; but when it does, I am the spider that scurries from daylight to find another place to hide.

"Today I feel stronger, learning to live with the natural cycles of a day and to not expect so much from myself. As women, we hold the moon in our bellies. It is too much to ask to operate on full-moon energy three hundred and sixty-five days a year. I am in a crescent phase. And the energy we expend emotionally belong belongs to the hidden side of the moon...."

Image copyright by Catherine Hyde

The luminous paintings here are by Catherine Hyde, who lives and works in Cornwall. 

“I am constantly attempting to convey the landscape in a state of suspension," she says, "in order to gain glimpses of its interconnectedness, its history and beauty. Within the images I use the archetypical hare, stag, owl and fish as emblems of wildness, fertility and permanence: their movements and journeys through the paintings act as vehicles that bind the elements and the seasons together."

You can see more of Catherine's work in her online gallery, and on the Sisterhood of Ruralists Facebook page.

Image copyright by Catherine Hyde

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Belly moon

"We hold the moon in our bellies"
--Terry Tempest Williams

Some nights I was pregnant with the moon,
held it in my belly, feeling the kick of it.
I traced its passage under the skin.
It ballasted me through the long months, years.
I could have sailed an ocean and never gotten sick.
But when the moon finally left me,
the crescent having punctured my pretensions,
old blood rushing from my unhappy womb,
I was left unbellied, unballooned, invisible.
I thought then how often I’d cursed my moon time
who was now unwomaned, and made a man.

©2012 Jane Yolen All rights reserved

Yes. Powerful and true.

"I have done nothing for weeks. I have no work. I don't want to see anyone much less talk. All I want to do is sleep."

Many a moment like this, and nothing to be done but accept, respond and wait.

Sooooo, so true. I crave the underbelly of silence at this time of year especially...when the weather cools i want to hear the loud quiet of the natural world...blessings

Just love everything in this post. Beautiful.

A beautiful post, and Catherine Hyde's artwork is a revelation. Thank you.

Just perfect for the turning season.

I don't know how I haven't seen Catherine Hyde's gorgeous work. Love, love love it. Evocative, magical. Thanks Terri and Catherine

I feel slightly embarrassed as I barely read the words you posted Terri, as Catherine's luminescent paintings captured me. I long to own one.

The leaping magical hare makes me feel joyful.

Beautiful. Reminders that we are the moon. My culture of Hawaii, call her "Mahina" and count on her to fish, the plant, to rest and to become. Three cycles of 10 moons include 'Ole (OH-lay) Moons ... times of emptiness when no new projects are begun and instead there is rest and times for weeding and repairing nets.

Soon, our new year, Makahiki begins (in late October) and it is the rising of Makali'i (the Pleiades) on the horizon at sunset that marks a season of four months of harvest, rest and no wars. To count on the moon, time is slowed, and roots grow.

Just beautiful.

There is something in the air. I have been stuck and delving. Now I hope I am rising to the surface again with new wings.

So beautiful to know...thank you!! Janette

Oh, do it. Fly!

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