July feels like a month that belongs to the moon. The days seemed overwhelmingly hot and I found my energy literally melting until the sun descends behind the horizon. Most nights this month I find myself drawn as a dancer is drawn to move, towards the night air, wanting to escape in awe to the moon. She, the Moon of July, reminds us we are made of star stuff.
Ironically, in most ancient traditions the sun was seen as sourcing the spirit and the moon is understood as connecting with the mental sphere. In other words, we should be living our days connecting our bodies and spirit and our nights connecting our minds and bodies. Regardless, this month I find myself surrendering to the silver, haunting, luminescence of moon. I have been creeping onto my roof for late night chats with her.