I look up at the night Sky tonight, and in the Orange glow, masked by the clouds, I ponder.
I imagine the Sages, standing united together. Maudin in his mask, Zero looking grim, haggard, but defiant, and countless others standing in the snow and chill as well.
I clutch my wooden sword a little tighter.
The Solstice in Wicca, and many other Pagan religions is supposed to represent the rebirth of light. The Light Child is supposed to be born, and we welcome him at the Solstice.
With the Lunar Eclipse tonight, I interpret this as an attack on the Light, an attempt at perversion.
Some read this as the end of days. 12/21 is supposed to be the apocalypse after all. And revelations mentions a blood red moon.
But to me, the Light is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. It peirces the clouds cover and drenches my lawn in light.
And I dance to welcome the Light. I don't know the dance, I feel it.
And for a moment, the woods are not scary anymore.
EDIT: had to resist a really hard urge to go into the woods. Lunar Madness, I guess.