The Moon is the celestial Mother
I am daughter of the Moon
Devoted to Artemis.
My blood is Amazon
My life is Amazon.
Servant to my Nation
and to my Sisters.
I am daughter of the Moon.
- jasacco
I think I like Artemis. She did not consort with or bow to the rule of men. Violence for itself was abhorrent to her, yet she was swift to deal out punishment to offenders, especially those who threatened or harassed women. Her bow is symbolic of both the crescent Moon as well as of inner self-esteem, of an exquisitely tuned inner tension.
I find myself once again under Artemis’ spell. The full moon is looming and I can feel its draw. It makes me crazy and clear, both at the same time.
Crazy because the moon seems to bring out all the desires and wants in my soul. It makes me less cautious about being careful about what I say and makes me want to go up to those who attract me and just kiss them and drag them off with me and do fun and unspeakable things with them then leave them by the side of the road as I go off in search of other conquests. It makes me want to confess my love to strangers and unveil my crushes to those who are crushed upon. It makes me want to wear silly things like dresses and skirts and pretend to be a girl for a while, so that maybe I can lure unsuspecting ones into my trap.
Clear because my brain seems to be completely open and uncluttered and crisp. I seem to see things with a clarity that I don’t always have. I look at things around me and I don’t question why things are the way they are. I seem to be able to accept them and not obsess over where they are. And see clearly the wants and desires in my life and how to maybe attain those.
So pardon me if, when I see you in the next few days, I am more touchy-feely, lovey, kissy than I usually am. And should I confess my love to you, chalk it up to Artemis and just leave it at that. In a few days, it’ll all be behind me and life will return to its normal, crazy, chaotic, over-wrought emotional ways. Just thought I’d warn you.
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