Sarahphim is slow dancing with the moon. I love the moon. It's just magic. Once I was at Hampton beach on the east coast. There was this huge wall, a breaker. We we're driving back from Boston up to York, ME. And it was completely clear night with a full moon the size of . . . . .something really really big. We climbed up the breaker and looked out onto the ocean. The tide was full and flush, beating against the rocks below spraying me in the face and that moon. It shone just for me for that moment and lit up the entire sea so that it look like diamonds dancing in the darkness. The goddess and Neptune making love like there were no other elements in the world. Oh sorry, I forgot the wind. Wind can not be left as a mere foot note. It whirled my hair around my face mixing it up in the spray, it caressed the water into sharp white peaks and billowing foam. Magic.
"If I should visit the moon, well I'll dance on a moon beam and then, I will make a wish on a star. I will wish I was home once again."
I wonder if moonbeams are like sunbeams and carry Gods blessing down on them? The next time I go moon bathing I will ask them.
Sarahphim signing out.
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