I don’t know if you saw it or not, but a gorgeous, golden crescent moon hung low in the sky last night. She was huge and glowing and graceful, not glaring like the sun but soft and warm like candlelight. It was not only her beauty that stole my attention, though. I was struck by the serendipity of her appearance. Wow! Just two days before, I had been researching the mythological meaning of the name Artemis. Artemis was the name of the last horse I worked with at the equine assisted psychotherapy workshop I attended in October – a beautiful Arabian, pitch black with a white lightning bolt in the center of her forehead. She came to me sort of out of the blue two days ago. I wondered why and decided to look up her name. I found out that Artemis was the daughter of the great Greek god, Zeus, making her a Greek goddess - a goddess of the moon – the crescent moon.
I also found out that although she fell in love with Orion, he died an untimely death before their relationship was ever consummated. She remained a virgin for the rest of her life, like Mary the sacred virgin who, coincidentally is often depicted standing on a crescent moon. The crescent moon, waning and waxing represent the natural cycles of life and death. That’s as far as I have gotten with my symbolic search, but somehow, these two women, who in their own ways represent aspects of the Divine Feminine have been brought to my awareness. I do not yet fully know what message they bring, but I can tell you their shared symbol, which hung low in the sky last night caught my attention. I am open, expectant and grateful.
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