Jamie, as a Lunatic Lover myself I enjoyed this post to the fullest. Your poetic storytelling leaves me in awe. What a perfect celebration for this beautiful celestial being! I am sure she smiles from above when she receives your song of Love with open arms. Keep writing! This is epic.
My fellow “selenophile”! Thanks for your support always. Out here on the lunatic fringe we learn lot about life, love and mystery. A trifecta. The moon knows. In windows. In doors. In mirrors. In soul. Smiles! From within and above. Thanks for being celestially present! 🙏💝
Jamie, This Ode to the moon really shot me back to my childhood days of lying in my back yard on moonlit nights. I had my Cub Scout binoculars and a book of constellations. A waxing gibbous leading to the full moon in a few days were the best and conditions that weren't cloudy made it even better. I would do this for an hour or two or until my mom called me to come in. The face of La Luna hasn't changed since I was an 8 year old budding astronomer. There's comfort in that.
I was on my back last night James! In a dark sky zone here. Counting stars. Counting blessings. Whispering to the moon. Just loud enough so she knows I am am here. Not so loud as to scare her away. Waxing to a full heart. Thanks for reading and reaching out. Those boy scout days were a gift for me too! 🙏❤️
Hi Jamie, I just smiled all the way through listening to your gorgeous ode — I feel the yearning that you capture, her reflection seeped into the shards of our be-ing. Just gorgeous, the poem is superb. We are of the Earth and her Moon — and Sun. Star dust. I so enjoy your posts and considering the questions. Thank you. Sending love and blessings. 🙏 ❤️😊
Thanks Simone so much for reading and listening too! Its hard to voice the questions on audio. Star dust. Salt. Chocolate. Wine. The breakfast of cuoreosity. Shards of being. Never broken. Whole. A remembering! An ode. Thanks for being- here 🙏❤️
Hi Jamie, chocolate and wine for breakfast with a sprinkle of stardust and a window overlooking the moon stretching across and mirroring the movement of the sea, waiting for the sun, sweet 😋 Yes, all of our parts make us whole, including our connections with others - their light. Thank you 🌊 🙏😊🖤
Jamie, this is ab-soul-utely exquisite … a lunar symphony! For every word, every line of your ode doesn’t just speak to Mother Moon, but listens deeply for Her in the silence between tides. Wow! You’ve woven myth, memory, longing and deep revelation into a tapestry that shimmers with salt and shadow, dark chocolate and wine! This isn’t just storytelling and poetry, it’s devotion. A soul’s offering.
And I love, love, love how your Luna isn’t just a distant celestial body but a living archetype Here, a mirror, a muse, a mystery. She’s felt deeply in the marrow, tasted in the brine, glimpsed in the fleeting curves of disappearing reflections. And you, dear poet, are Her witness. Her scribe. Her lover. Her companion in the dark.
Also thanks so much for reminding us that to love Mother Moon is to accept Her phases, Her absences, Her presence, Her wildness. Her whole fluid, cyclical, elusive nature. That to know Her is never to possess Her, but to meet Her only in the moment … however brief, however elusive.
Through my archetypal lens, I note that Luna becomes the living symbol of the unconscious with Her phases echoing our own inner tides, Her absences reminding us of the fertile void where, again, our own transformation begins. I love how she shimmers as Anima, how She dwells in the inner world. She who guides us through our dreams, our longings and into the sacred unknown.
Honestly, your ode feels like a dialogue with Her, a courtship with the soul’s own reflection! I'm so impressed! And I’m going to return again and again, for one cannot digest such richness in one sitting alone. Believe me when I say: I’m wholly inspired!
Ah, so you’ve left your laughter in a tin can by the window. She’ll come by. She always does … for those who know how to wait with wonder. With love and soul-ar reverence from one deeply moon-touched poet to another. Full moon blessings. 🙏❤✨
Anima! You Jungians catch me all the time! To lean into that far side of the moon. My own. Lux Occulta. Hidden light releasing from shadows. Alchemy. Salt. Wisdom and bitterness. Marie Louise von Franz said “the higher form of love is taken with a grain of salt”. I need a Jungian translation for that one lol!
Can we meet our anima or just undress her? To meet our anima is a journey. A wow of wonder. Full. Journey. Not for the faint of heart. An unfolding. Growth-ing. All the Marias. All the Mares. All the wines of letting go. To know. To un-know. A soul offering. Luna. An ode. To life. To love. The ascending and descending nodes. The tides of arrival. Of departure. Of full on presence. Of total disappearance. All in gratitude.
A can. A jar. Left at the window. Maybe the door. If she ever arrives for that deeper conversation. Til then. I look up at Selene. I smile. I breathe. I write on!
Your whole comment is a poem! Thank you green witching poet of soul! Hugs 🫂 ❤️🌚 Moon hugs 💝
MVLF is gently reminding us: don’t lose our grounding. Stay awake to complexities, the shadows and all the human imperfections that come with love ... even love of the most luminous kind.
In Jungian terms, it’s a call to balance the 'archetypal' with the 'actual'. To love deeply, yes, for sure, but not blindly. To honour sacred connection while keeping our feet on the earth.
That probably sums it up best.
Though I must admit, it's not always easy for this poet ... whose feet can often be found hovering a few inches of the ground.
Ah, your words too ... poems in the plural! I'm so inspired, Jamie, that I'm going to try writing a poem inside a poem next! 🫂❤️🌚
Love this! The gifts of imperfection are celestially present. Harmonizing. Parts. To a whole. Yet the whole is more than its parts. Dammit Deborah my feet don’t want to touch the ground either and it makes dancing hard. Even barefoot on green grass. Thanks for this. Shadow dancing with “reality”. Believing is seeing. Loving these wings of words! Hugs 🫂
The discussion goes on... it is not my thesis but I borrow the thought (the experience?) that evocation of the Sun must be balanced with the call of Moon tide, in life as poetry. Our world is better known perhaps as Ocean? It's 'Turtles all the way down'. Smile or as you say 'laughter on the window sill', that old can not tied to our tail.
Ah my friend the laughter of a poem that is never completed. What wants to be written through us that we still need to serve? If we dont ask this question consciously it will arrive-speaking through us unconsciously as projections. We have only borrowed this skin. Sooner or later we must return the loan. Harmonized somewhere between flesh and soul. An ocean that sometimes get crossed if we are brave enough to invite it. Bless you a Luna sighting and meeting today! You are a blessing to connect with Phillip 🌚🫂
a new poetic way of storytelling... with an evocative illustration too! Tapping into the moon has truly leashed you into a new wave of creativity, while you are gifting your readers with many delicious bites for thought and feeling and further explorations.
"manes moil wild for told" — I'll be chewing on this one for a while.
Veronika! Thank you. Manes Moil Wild For Told! Some etymology meets failure of language to hold that line up anywhere near its lens of source. Thanks for exploring with me here! In the spaces of words and beyond.
“The very facts of the world are a poem”~ Robin Wall Kimmerer
This piece is lunar alchemy. A symphony of longing and presence that turns the moon into a mirror for the soul. Each line pulls like a tide. Some truths live in metaphor. Some love belongs only to moonlight. Thank you, Jamie, for capturing both.
Thanks Mohammed! Celestial alchemy. This one was longing meets mirror! A soul journey. Beyond bones yet skin singing tears of remembrance. Tides of Gratitudes. We are the metaphor in the end. Beyond the grip of language. Thanks for your support. Across platforms. Across seas! Bless you 🙏❤️
Jamie, I don't feel I belong in the comments section of your always astonishingly beautiful writing, because I am usually left without words after reading your words. I don't know what to say. But that is testament to the power of your writing. So. If all I leave is a heart, please know it is a most heart-felt one.
Heart-felt! Thanks Lizzie! Getting ready for a Tarot 8 meets Tarot 9. Strength and Hermit. 8/8 and 8/9. A Lions Gate. Thanks for your kind words. Poetry is a portal to presence for me. In love. In healing. In forgiveness. Thanks for being here ❤️
From your Bringhurst quote, smile, the failure of the month! Yet pregnant moon; the work goes on while we sleep. Well met; she makes an easy crossing of oceans, black ink and "shades of conjunct blue", very fine. Tomorrow finds us at the Lion Gate to face the prophetic sun.
PS I read elsewhere, goodness gracious slightly wide-eyed; "In 2025, the Lion's Gate Portal is unique because it occurs the day before the Full Moon in Aquarius." The gate has been open a week apparently but tomorrow we might combine our intentions. You have convened us, Jamie, under the moon.
Ah Phillip! The astrologer of poetic soul art thou! All the shades of conjunct blue have delighted this past quarter of meeting myself all over again. Words fail me. Poetry gives me a portal to face myself lol. A Leo learning to let go! Big hugs 🫂
The most authentic dialogue between a man and his anima as I have ever read. Beguiling, mysterious, and ever elusive. "Maybe the most she can ever do is throw shadows at you." She will have her way with you and your solar consciousness in the end. Not eclipse but encounter is the way to go. Thanks for letting us meet her in you.
Ah Muriel! You Jungian Queens catch me every time! Thanks for this one! Am goosebumps in no words. Coming from you that is an honour. Wow. Big hugs. I’ll keep talking to Anima! How do I know she hears me? An encounter indeed! More to come I hope lol! Thanks for meeting me in my words. Trying to say what language cannot. Thanks for being- here 🙏❤️
I want to leave photos for you and don’t know how here…a photo of the moon, at sunset, over a strip of blue sea in Greece…and salt from
the same sea, crystalline white, drying in spirals made with human hands. Two photos…and only words to show them to you. Thank you. Your poetry reads like a love story with the moon which is love-ly and mystery-ous.
Thanks Terra! A Cretan Moon never disappoints! I feel her! Chocolate and brine. Dark wine sea of all the blues and greens! Crystalline. Spirals. Safe travels! Thanks for being-here! Love your last post. Chania is in my bones. 🙏❤️
That is so nice and I still don’t know how to do it…and am not sure where the chat you mention is. But I think I put the salt in an upcoming post and maybe I will add the moon in somewhere…
It has never failed, Jamie. Keep me appraised as to when you will be this side of the water.
Tai chi lesson taught. Time for a pot of tea and a bit of practice on guitar, then and as the tide approaches high my grandson and I will fish. Happy days
I adore this one! It reads as a love letter to some enchantress who has stolen your heart. It is ever so romantic and lovely! If it were a woman, she would be lucky to receive your heart so.
And I am slightly obsessed because I was reading the other day and I came across the word "cuore" and I thought so myself, "OHhhhhhhh!" It all made sense and I thought of you, of course. Now I wish I could remember where I found it!! Thank you for sharing! XO
Thanks Danielle! The enchantress was only the moon! Thanks for your kind words. Cuore! Thanks for thinking of me. Thanks for reading and for reaching out! 🙏❤️
The other side of language, like the other side of the moon, is silence./Its void, its avoidance speaks worlds./Out of no thing meaning may grow into language to be shared/ as you have done here./ A virtuous circle between us and the moon./Ah, the sturgeon moon/Soon again, a fish in bloom.
A stunning work of art Sir Jamie, a jewel! You brought tears to my eyes and my heart opened so beautifully wide to receive your precious praise poem to our Luna. I’m so proud of you 💋
Thanks Lady G! To get to know her is to know ourselves. Thanks so much for resonating and sharing. Big hugs! Enjoy Luna tomorrow on the edge of a Lion’s Gate 🦁🌚💝
Jamie, as a Lunatic Lover myself I enjoyed this post to the fullest. Your poetic storytelling leaves me in awe. What a perfect celebration for this beautiful celestial being! I am sure she smiles from above when she receives your song of Love with open arms. Keep writing! This is epic.
My fellow “selenophile”! Thanks for your support always. Out here on the lunatic fringe we learn lot about life, love and mystery. A trifecta. The moon knows. In windows. In doors. In mirrors. In soul. Smiles! From within and above. Thanks for being celestially present! 🙏💝
Jamie, This Ode to the moon really shot me back to my childhood days of lying in my back yard on moonlit nights. I had my Cub Scout binoculars and a book of constellations. A waxing gibbous leading to the full moon in a few days were the best and conditions that weren't cloudy made it even better. I would do this for an hour or two or until my mom called me to come in. The face of La Luna hasn't changed since I was an 8 year old budding astronomer. There's comfort in that.
I was on my back last night James! In a dark sky zone here. Counting stars. Counting blessings. Whispering to the moon. Just loud enough so she knows I am am here. Not so loud as to scare her away. Waxing to a full heart. Thanks for reading and reaching out. Those boy scout days were a gift for me too! 🙏❤️
Hi Jamie, I just smiled all the way through listening to your gorgeous ode — I feel the yearning that you capture, her reflection seeped into the shards of our be-ing. Just gorgeous, the poem is superb. We are of the Earth and her Moon — and Sun. Star dust. I so enjoy your posts and considering the questions. Thank you. Sending love and blessings. 🙏 ❤️😊
Thanks Simone so much for reading and listening too! Its hard to voice the questions on audio. Star dust. Salt. Chocolate. Wine. The breakfast of cuoreosity. Shards of being. Never broken. Whole. A remembering! An ode. Thanks for being- here 🙏❤️
Hi Jamie, chocolate and wine for breakfast with a sprinkle of stardust and a window overlooking the moon stretching across and mirroring the movement of the sea, waiting for the sun, sweet 😋 Yes, all of our parts make us whole, including our connections with others - their light. Thank you 🌊 🙏😊🖤
Thank you! Chocolate and wine. Brine. All the bitter sweets of Being 💝
Yes l have just come back from a briny embrace 🤣🏄🏽♀️🥶🌊 … just what l needed. 💜
Jamie, this is ab-soul-utely exquisite … a lunar symphony! For every word, every line of your ode doesn’t just speak to Mother Moon, but listens deeply for Her in the silence between tides. Wow! You’ve woven myth, memory, longing and deep revelation into a tapestry that shimmers with salt and shadow, dark chocolate and wine! This isn’t just storytelling and poetry, it’s devotion. A soul’s offering.
And I love, love, love how your Luna isn’t just a distant celestial body but a living archetype Here, a mirror, a muse, a mystery. She’s felt deeply in the marrow, tasted in the brine, glimpsed in the fleeting curves of disappearing reflections. And you, dear poet, are Her witness. Her scribe. Her lover. Her companion in the dark.
Also thanks so much for reminding us that to love Mother Moon is to accept Her phases, Her absences, Her presence, Her wildness. Her whole fluid, cyclical, elusive nature. That to know Her is never to possess Her, but to meet Her only in the moment … however brief, however elusive.
Through my archetypal lens, I note that Luna becomes the living symbol of the unconscious with Her phases echoing our own inner tides, Her absences reminding us of the fertile void where, again, our own transformation begins. I love how she shimmers as Anima, how She dwells in the inner world. She who guides us through our dreams, our longings and into the sacred unknown.
Honestly, your ode feels like a dialogue with Her, a courtship with the soul’s own reflection! I'm so impressed! And I’m going to return again and again, for one cannot digest such richness in one sitting alone. Believe me when I say: I’m wholly inspired!
Ah, so you’ve left your laughter in a tin can by the window. She’ll come by. She always does … for those who know how to wait with wonder. With love and soul-ar reverence from one deeply moon-touched poet to another. Full moon blessings. 🙏❤✨
Anima! You Jungians catch me all the time! To lean into that far side of the moon. My own. Lux Occulta. Hidden light releasing from shadows. Alchemy. Salt. Wisdom and bitterness. Marie Louise von Franz said “the higher form of love is taken with a grain of salt”. I need a Jungian translation for that one lol!
Can we meet our anima or just undress her? To meet our anima is a journey. A wow of wonder. Full. Journey. Not for the faint of heart. An unfolding. Growth-ing. All the Marias. All the Mares. All the wines of letting go. To know. To un-know. A soul offering. Luna. An ode. To life. To love. The ascending and descending nodes. The tides of arrival. Of departure. Of full on presence. Of total disappearance. All in gratitude.
A can. A jar. Left at the window. Maybe the door. If she ever arrives for that deeper conversation. Til then. I look up at Selene. I smile. I breathe. I write on!
Your whole comment is a poem! Thank you green witching poet of soul! Hugs 🫂 ❤️🌚 Moon hugs 💝
Thanks Deborah
Well, here's this Jungian poet's take ...
MVLF is gently reminding us: don’t lose our grounding. Stay awake to complexities, the shadows and all the human imperfections that come with love ... even love of the most luminous kind.
In Jungian terms, it’s a call to balance the 'archetypal' with the 'actual'. To love deeply, yes, for sure, but not blindly. To honour sacred connection while keeping our feet on the earth.
That probably sums it up best.
Though I must admit, it's not always easy for this poet ... whose feet can often be found hovering a few inches of the ground.
Ah, your words too ... poems in the plural! I'm so inspired, Jamie, that I'm going to try writing a poem inside a poem next! 🫂❤️🌚
Love this! The gifts of imperfection are celestially present. Harmonizing. Parts. To a whole. Yet the whole is more than its parts. Dammit Deborah my feet don’t want to touch the ground either and it makes dancing hard. Even barefoot on green grass. Thanks for this. Shadow dancing with “reality”. Believing is seeing. Loving these wings of words! Hugs 🫂
The discussion goes on... it is not my thesis but I borrow the thought (the experience?) that evocation of the Sun must be balanced with the call of Moon tide, in life as poetry. Our world is better known perhaps as Ocean? It's 'Turtles all the way down'. Smile or as you say 'laughter on the window sill', that old can not tied to our tail.
Ah my friend the laughter of a poem that is never completed. What wants to be written through us that we still need to serve? If we dont ask this question consciously it will arrive-speaking through us unconsciously as projections. We have only borrowed this skin. Sooner or later we must return the loan. Harmonized somewhere between flesh and soul. An ocean that sometimes get crossed if we are brave enough to invite it. Bless you a Luna sighting and meeting today! You are a blessing to connect with Phillip 🌚🫂
Companions all! The work goes on: 'do I wake or sleep?' I will live with that line and leave some laughter out for the moon in my old age.
a new poetic way of storytelling... with an evocative illustration too! Tapping into the moon has truly leashed you into a new wave of creativity, while you are gifting your readers with many delicious bites for thought and feeling and further explorations.
"manes moil wild for told" — I'll be chewing on this one for a while.
Veronika! Thank you. Manes Moil Wild For Told! Some etymology meets failure of language to hold that line up anywhere near its lens of source. Thanks for exploring with me here! In the spaces of words and beyond.
“The very facts of the world are a poem”~ Robin Wall Kimmerer
🙏❤️
This piece is lunar alchemy. A symphony of longing and presence that turns the moon into a mirror for the soul. Each line pulls like a tide. Some truths live in metaphor. Some love belongs only to moonlight. Thank you, Jamie, for capturing both.
Thanks Mohammed! Celestial alchemy. This one was longing meets mirror! A soul journey. Beyond bones yet skin singing tears of remembrance. Tides of Gratitudes. We are the metaphor in the end. Beyond the grip of language. Thanks for your support. Across platforms. Across seas! Bless you 🙏❤️
Jamie, I don't feel I belong in the comments section of your always astonishingly beautiful writing, because I am usually left without words after reading your words. I don't know what to say. But that is testament to the power of your writing. So. If all I leave is a heart, please know it is a most heart-felt one.
Heart-felt! Thanks Lizzie! Getting ready for a Tarot 8 meets Tarot 9. Strength and Hermit. 8/8 and 8/9. A Lions Gate. Thanks for your kind words. Poetry is a portal to presence for me. In love. In healing. In forgiveness. Thanks for being here ❤️
From your Bringhurst quote, smile, the failure of the month! Yet pregnant moon; the work goes on while we sleep. Well met; she makes an easy crossing of oceans, black ink and "shades of conjunct blue", very fine. Tomorrow finds us at the Lion Gate to face the prophetic sun.
PS I read elsewhere, goodness gracious slightly wide-eyed; "In 2025, the Lion's Gate Portal is unique because it occurs the day before the Full Moon in Aquarius." The gate has been open a week apparently but tomorrow we might combine our intentions. You have convened us, Jamie, under the moon.
I have a poem ready for the lion, the moon and the wardrobe lol! Am ready for 8/8 and 8/9! Strength and the Hermit! Tarot love. 🙏❤️
Ah Phillip! The astrologer of poetic soul art thou! All the shades of conjunct blue have delighted this past quarter of meeting myself all over again. Words fail me. Poetry gives me a portal to face myself lol. A Leo learning to let go! Big hugs 🫂
The most authentic dialogue between a man and his anima as I have ever read. Beguiling, mysterious, and ever elusive. "Maybe the most she can ever do is throw shadows at you." She will have her way with you and your solar consciousness in the end. Not eclipse but encounter is the way to go. Thanks for letting us meet her in you.
Ah Muriel! You Jungian Queens catch me every time! Thanks for this one! Am goosebumps in no words. Coming from you that is an honour. Wow. Big hugs. I’ll keep talking to Anima! How do I know she hears me? An encounter indeed! More to come I hope lol! Thanks for meeting me in my words. Trying to say what language cannot. Thanks for being- here 🙏❤️
I want to leave photos for you and don’t know how here…a photo of the moon, at sunset, over a strip of blue sea in Greece…and salt from
the same sea, crystalline white, drying in spirals made with human hands. Two photos…and only words to show them to you. Thank you. Your poetry reads like a love story with the moon which is love-ly and mystery-ous.
Thanks Terra! A Cretan Moon never disappoints! I feel her! Chocolate and brine. Dark wine sea of all the blues and greens! Crystalline. Spirals. Safe travels! Thanks for being-here! Love your last post. Chania is in my bones. 🙏❤️
Jamie opened the chat. Should be possible to post pics there! I want to see them too! 😍
That is so nice and I still don’t know how to do it…and am not sure where the chat you mention is. But I think I put the salt in an upcoming post and maybe I will add the moon in somewhere…
Salt it up Terra! Can taste it already 🙏❤️
Jamie you are so prolific.
Thanks Charlie! Sounds like Lewis and Harris did not disappoint! Grandson delight! Hope to be there early May 2026 again. Safe travels! 🙏❤️
It has never failed, Jamie. Keep me appraised as to when you will be this side of the water.
Tai chi lesson taught. Time for a pot of tea and a bit of practice on guitar, then and as the tide approaches high my grandson and I will fish. Happy days
Happy days! Teach a man to fish….Will have that pint with you soon!
I have a song……. Not yet recorded. Written for the mid autumn moon festival. I’ll get round to it. Eventually.
Nice! Look forward to it!
I adore this one! It reads as a love letter to some enchantress who has stolen your heart. It is ever so romantic and lovely! If it were a woman, she would be lucky to receive your heart so.
And I am slightly obsessed because I was reading the other day and I came across the word "cuore" and I thought so myself, "OHhhhhhhh!" It all made sense and I thought of you, of course. Now I wish I could remember where I found it!! Thank you for sharing! XO
Thanks Danielle! The enchantress was only the moon! Thanks for your kind words. Cuore! Thanks for thinking of me. Thanks for reading and for reaching out! 🙏❤️
The other side of language, like the other side of the moon, is silence./Its void, its avoidance speaks worlds./Out of no thing meaning may grow into language to be shared/ as you have done here./ A virtuous circle between us and the moon./Ah, the sturgeon moon/Soon again, a fish in bloom.
A stunning work of art Sir Jamie, a jewel! You brought tears to my eyes and my heart opened so beautifully wide to receive your precious praise poem to our Luna. I’m so proud of you 💋
Thanks Lady G! To get to know her is to know ourselves. Thanks so much for resonating and sharing. Big hugs! Enjoy Luna tomorrow on the edge of a Lion’s Gate 🦁🌚💝
Moonstruck Jamie, us!
Sultry serenade to Lune,
in all her phases.
...
Waxing Gibbous now,
Moon pulls tides, emerges, hides.
Reflection power.
Oh I long for her
She is my queen and lover
The tides of the swell
….
She’s always present
Even if not to be seen
She my reflection
Thanks Marisol! I appreciate your poetic passion! 🙏❤️🌚🦁
Cheering, toasting cheers
to lunatic love affairs.
Delights in the dark*
(Luna salutes from California’s Valley of the Moon! 😊)
Chocolate and wine
Salted in seas of wet brine
The dark knows our names
(Canada invites from the light of the moon) 🌚❤️