Moon gazing

Full Moon Gazer

Somehow on the Sunday when we commemorate the souls of the dead it seems appropriate to use the Celtic image of the Moon gazing hare. I bought this garden dwelling Moon gazer last week from The Wolf House in Silverdale. I love its shape and its texture and I find all the myths associated with it fascinating and disturbing. But here it is, in my mind a symbol of change and our transient nature.


Magical Mystery

By day I am a shadow that hides in the light,
By darkness a moonbeam that dances the night,
I am the spirit that runs with the Moon,
From Spring Time to harvest, in time
with Earth's tune

I am the spirit of fresh greening fields,
I grow with the year till her harvest she yields

I am the last sheaf bound up with the corn,
The spirit of Earth, forever reborn

I am a shape changer, I change like the year
I fly as the Owl and I run as the Deer

The eggs of the Lapwing are left in my care,
For I am the Mystery and Magic, I am the Hare

So, if you should seek me lying close in my form,
I will run through your dreams from darkness till dawn.

Sharon L. Shute 1998