The Moon is Our Calendar
A short story about the shackles of time, the Gregorian calendar and returning to celestial cycles.
The Moon was bright in the sky, and as always, we gathered under her light in celebration. When I think back to that day, it’s hard to imagine how happy we were; genuinely free to live alongside the Earth, and dance under the stars. The Moon was our calendar, and it felt like the most natural thing to live by her light.
Our women bled alongside the darkness of the New Moon, planted our crops, and shared our love with the soil. We knew the power of anchoring these celestial cycles into the fabric of our everyday lives. It wasn’t something we had to think about; it was the way of our ancestors and how it had always been. Back then, we were truly free.
These days it pains me to remember the past, although I have faith in the plan that’s unfolding. When something was so good, only to be erased, seized, and ceased, it’s hard to reminisce without my heart breaking all over again. But to trust what’s to come, I have to look back and remember what led us here.
It was just another Full Moon communion. Our families and community would grab our torches and travel deep into the vast meadows near our village. We wanted to get to a clearing where we could see the full expanse…
