Sometimes I stand on the Sand dunes looking out to sea or up to the heavens to stare at the stars and the glory of the moon as she turns all around me to magic.
On cold, clear night, especially when there is a full moon you can see sparkles dancing around you. They whorl around and at the slightest breath of breeze dance away only to return as if they were curious about you and want to connect with you.
They seem to have a light, and a life, all of their own like tiny fire fly’s glinting and dancing before and around you.
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Living, as I do, quite close to Glastonbury it is often tempting to go there and join in the full-moon celebrations. These communal celebrations do have a place and perform a useful function in bringing the local Pagan community together.
But I think there is a danger of missing out when we allow community and celebration, important as that is, to take over from reverence and simply standing in the light of the moon and talking to the Goddess, but that is a thought for another time.
I am lucky in that I live near the sea and some quite magnificent sand dunes. In the past I would go there with somebody who was both close to me and my working partner, now sometimes I will go there alone, climb the dunes and just listen to the Goddess as the light of the moon covers me. But it is after this, on the walk back through the dunes that I sometimes see the real Magic.
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