Oh dear! Another one with a sad, depressed and totally distorted view of the moon!
Go outside one full moon night, and have a look at the moon. Does she make you feel scared, depressed, full of gloom?
What if you are walking in the moonlight with a lover - are you disillusioned? (you might be addicted...but not in a bad way, at that stage!).
And then, you are at your table, gazing out at the moon, and suddenly...a poem comes to you! A beautiful poem to the moon! A poem about your beloved's eyes shining under the moon! A song about jasmine blooming in the moonlight, its scent wafting around the words and your mind...
...that's the Moon card too...
Enchantment, romance, sensual enjoyment of something so delicate, you can only touch it in moonlight, imagination, music, poetry...
What to do to get this moving? It depends on what "it" is
. For love - oh, you need romance, flowers, dinners by candlelight, poetry, soulful songs, crazy gestures! For work - imagination, intuition, doing things differently, mad ideas, listening to the still voices that whisper when you quieten down the stress and busy-ness.
Here is a famous moon song, by Edward Lear, a real lunatic
:
The owl and the pussycat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat
They brought some honey
And plenty of money, wrapped up in a five pound note.
The owl looked up to the stars above
And sang to a small guitar:
"Oh lovely pussy, oh pussy my love
What a beautiful pussy you are, you are, you are!
What a beautiful pussy you are!"
Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?'
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
"Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?" Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.