Full Moons are sirens. They float above us in the night sky, calling us with the irresistible hymn of dreams that might be. Some of them are bright and breathtaking Moons, supersized. Others, perhaps a bit more distant, emit a soft halo. Some tease us, only briefly appearing from behind clouds. Others are found falling across window sills or slipping past skylights. This heavenly lantern hypnotizes us into imagining all kinds of possibilities for our future, leading us toward paths that have yet to find a starting place, assuring us that these dreams are, indeed, within our reach.
There’s no Full Moon that tugs at my heart the way the Pisces Full Moon does. Maybe I fall too quickly under her spell, hoping for just a glimmer of magic to make everyday life just a tad more interesting. Maybe I wish too intently for a glimpse behind her gossamer, star-tinged drape. Perhaps this is the Moon that reminds me most of the dreams that drifted past when I briefly turned away. Gone forever now, dissolved into yesterday.
Dreams are all too often swept clean by routine, work-a-day life. We lose them. Or we let them go, not quite knowing what to do with them anymore. Closeted and unused, they lie just beyond our reach, beyond our touch.
It’s Virgo who has the ability to give substance to our dreams, make them real. We must trade gossamer for stone, occasionally cleaning our hands on the delicate fabric Pisces has woven. We work, we dream. We embrace chaos and elicit order. Stacking one stone atop another, we move closer to the dream. Working tirelessly, listening for the siren’s call, we build our cairn of dreams and, if diligent and unbroken, standing atop our life’s work, we are ~ one day ~ able to touch the Moon.