The moon in any shape makes me cry.
Most of my life's full moons find me crying, ranting, laughing, and wild.
As I age, the sight and feel of a full moon often bring me to tears.
Left with the memories of beauty passed, that was a gift and a curse.
I woke up stressed by leaf blowers, and then, by my noon walk, I found myself filling up with tears of distress, overpowering.
This Easter, I am going to go to brunch with my sister and my uncle, and yesterday, when I offered it, it felt like a fine thing to do.
Now, today, I am worried about it, but more so, I just feel sad—just so wretchedly sad—about what I am not quite certain.
Not that there isn’t plenty to be sad about, but these tears are strong, and they sting, and my face is red and my nosy snotty.
And I have been sitting doing work, and quietly crying and thinking, good lord, what is wrong with me now!
And then, on a hunch, I typed into Google, March full moon, and wouldn’t ya know.
March full moon 2024 — today, right on the nose. March 25th 2024.
The worm moon is the start of life again.
And even though intellectually, I know this is just the moon pulling on me like a tide, even though I know this, my brain is still frying, my heart feels wretched, and my throat is tight... I am tired and afraid, and I do not want to see or feel the power and beauty of this full moon tonight.
I do a rain dance in my mind. I pray for the clouds and the cold. I am not ready for another spring to pass.
