moon circles

a poem that captures my community of women on the full moon

Full Moon Circles

I haven’t been in the practice for a bit, but I love to host moon circles in my backyard on the full moon. I invited my girlfriends, mom friends, neighborhood friends etc. I would share a bit about the astrological goings on of that moon, invited the women to open about some aspect of their lives that related to that moon, and then always planned a ritual - things like pressing our mother’s day flowers into art, burning our worries, drawing prompts, so on.

I knew when writing The Forty Poems that I wanted to have a poem that represented my gratitude to the women who showed up at those circles with me. A special shout-out to my girl Elisse who attended every single one. That’s the type of woman we all need in our corner :)

our ancestors craved the chance

to be where we are today

a circle of women

gathering around a glowing hearth

not burning in one

not being accused of witchcraft

not afraid to look one another in the eyes

to see the blue flame and reach right in

to gaze into the heavy and hopeful moon

surrounded by blazes we lit ourselves

bound together by a choice

linked like a stack of logs

one

resting 				

on top				                     and higher

of the other	 	                      higher

each working to stoke the fire

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