{"id":2762,"date":"2009-11-01T01:10:32","date_gmt":"2009-11-01T06:10:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/paganpages.org\/content\/?p=2820"},"modified":"2009-10-29T17:27:15","modified_gmt":"2009-10-29T22:27:15","slug":"yeah-for-the-moon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/2009\/11\/01\/yeah-for-the-moon\/","title":{"rendered":"Yeah For the Moon"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"margin: 1ex;\">\n<div>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: x-small;\">It is the full moon, the right  silvery globe, dazzling and dangling from the heavens, that beckons  me to stay awake, and not sleep the witching hours away. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: x-small;\">As I lay tossing and muttering  sleepless phrases the shadows play and warp with the changing of clock  numbers&#8230;2, 3, 4, 5&#8230;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: x-small;\">With futile, uneventful and  perilous (to sanity) sleepiness, and exasperation, I stumble out of  bed and greet the daylight hours with a finesse likened only to a very  depraved expression&#8230;much like one freely given to an annoying driver  on the freeway.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: x-small;\">So begins my day, and yet it  makes perfect sense that the Moon should take prominence. It is the  full moon, and Monday after all. And as She lends Her hours to Her Brother,  Sun, She slips below the horizon gracefully bowing below like royalty  in a parade. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: x-small;\">And so I say- <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: x-small;\">Yeah for the Moon <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: x-small;\">Her glorious magical orb<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: x-small;\">that whispers charming antidotes <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: x-small;\">in our nighttime awareness. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: x-small;\">Yeah for the Moon<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: x-small;\">bathed in mystery and serenity,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: x-small;\">granting us polarities of order  and chaos<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: x-small;\">birthing balanced extremes  into existence.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: x-small;\">Yeah for the Moon <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: x-small;\">showing us pathways <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: x-small;\">of bold, unorthodox, and powerful  ways<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: x-small;\">ancient gifts, for those fearless  to grasp them.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: x-small;\">Yeah for the Moon! <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: x-small;\">10\/5\/09 a sleepless harvest  night\/morning<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It is the full moon, the right silvery globe, dazzling and dangling from the heavens, that beckons me to stay awake, and not sleep the witching hours away. As I lay tossing and muttering sleepless phrases the shadows play and warp with the changing of clock numbers&#8230;2, 3, 4, 5&#8230; With futile, uneventful and perilous (to sanity) sleepiness, and exasperation, I stumble out of bed and greet the daylight hours with a finesse likened only to a very depraved expression&#8230;much like one freely given to an annoying driver on the freeway. So begins my day, and yet it makes perfect sense that the Moon should take prominence. It is the full moon, and Monday after all. And as She lends Her hours to Her Brother, Sun, She slips below the horizon gracefully bowing below like royalty in a parade. And so I say- Yeah for the Moon Her glorious magical orb that whispers charming antidotes in our nighttime awareness. Yeah for the Moon bathed in mystery and serenity, granting us polarities of order and chaos birthing balanced extremes into existence. Yeah for the Moon showing us pathways of bold, unorthodox, and powerful ways ancient gifts, for those fearless to grasp them. Yeah for the Moon! 10\/5\/09 a sleepless harvest night\/morning<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":73,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"iawp_total_views":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2762","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2762","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/73"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2762"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2762\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2762"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2762"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2762"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}