A moonlit night on the other side of the world. Image by Matti\/Masivaan used under Creative Commons license.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\nI always find the shift into the dark half of the year difficult. One of the great consolations of this time for me is the light of nighttime, whether as the wonder of the Milky Way spread out across the heavens, or the Northern Lights, taking my breath away, or\u00a0the blue shimmering radiance of the full moon in the night sky.<\/p>\n
The first time I experienced the full moon\u2019s light with no streetlights to detract from Her brilliance was on the moors of Perthshire in central Scotland \u2013 to be more precise, on Rannoch Moor. My partner and I were staying there with our first dog, at a hotel which had once been home to the engineers designing and constructing the first railway across the peatland. There was a train station not a hundred yards away from the hotel, a surreal sight on the moorland which stretched for miles in every direction, meeting the snow-covered mountains at the horizon.<\/p>\n
It was the Gregorian New Year, just past the darkest time of the year, but we diligently walked our dog in all weathers and light conditions. Walking out into that dark-that-was-not-dark was one of the strangest experiences I had had in nature to that point. There was light, shimmering, blue-tinged, all around, yet the sky was as dark as it ever gets, the moon illuminating only its small portion of the sky. Everywhere heather and bracken and grasses were lit directly, with shadows sharp and clear, yet seemed indistinct, even when seen directly.<\/p>\n
Since our permanent move to the country, I\u2019ve experienced many more nights like that one. When the sky is covered in cloud, the moon\u2019s light is diffused from horizon to horizon, and the middle of the night seems twilit. But my favourite is the years of the blue moon, when there is a calendar month with two full moons. This usually means that a full moon falls between winter solstice and the Gregorian New Year. When the whole world is white and sparkling with layer upon layer of hoar frost, the moon\u2019s light is reflected and refracted to an almost sapphire blue.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s not a time to walk out alone. I\u2019ve almost been caught before now, gazing entranced at sparkling umbelliferous heads of angelica, until I lost all track of time, and was saved from hypothermia only by a dog\u2019s lick to my hand, and my partner pulling my attention back to the warmth and cosiness waiting indoors.<\/p>\n
This year \u2013 like most years \u2013 as Mabon has grown nearer I have felt a growing dread at the change of season, at the coming dark. Yesterday\u2019s harvest moon has grounded me again in the season as it is, unfolding as it must, with all its own wonders to reveal.<\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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