Hiking Under the Full Moon Wasn’t Quite What I Expected
It was still magical. Just not in the way I thought.
Ever since I can remember, I’ve felt a connection with the moon. There’s just something about looking up at that light in the night sky, her waxing and waning journey across it, that never quite loses its magic.
These days, I track her phases in my planner, keep tabs on when the moon is new and when she is full. I make a point to gaze up at the night sky and check in with her whenever I can.
And yet… unless I am camping with a companion, I am afraid to venture beyond those brief moments in my own backyard. I want to be the kind of witch who dances under the light of the moon, but I’m more the type of witch who checks that the door is locked at least twice before bed.
During my last year living alone, I was within walking distance from one of my favorite parks. Some mornings when I ran down the brightly lit main street, I felt myself wondering what it would be like to turn down the path and enter into the woods. Better still, how would it be to leave my house in the dark of night and wander the trails by the light of the moon?
I never did it. I never came close to trying. After living with a roomate for several years, I’d lost the courage I once had for living…
