Sturgeon Full Moon FreeDay,
I can say for certain that I have been growing anxious for this night. This eve is the first full moon since my husband has left. I have just returned from my night adventure and the grassy glen just beyond the creek’s edge. Midnight seemed to never come, as I waited sitting upon a mossy rock.
The spell worked as I hoped it would. Written in Ironroot’s own hand were the words I longed to believe. He IS safe! He has reached his North Eastern enclave.
After reading Ironroot’s message, I sat still and listened to the night song of Santooshka. Two Bard Owls sang spiraling duets in the finale of their nightly competitions. A soft wind dried the sweat from my face, it’s cool fingers tussled my locks, and tugged my nightgown. It smelled like tomorrow’s rain and cooler weather. The breeze beckoned me as I found myself walking down the moonlit path.
The new found power that Juniper and I discovered has helped in keeping my mind off Ironroot these last weeks. We were amazed and delighted to discover a few pages that had been stuck together, I suspect magically sealed, in the Sweet Water Grimoire. This hidden chapter contains a cash of Creatrix incantations and charms to enhance our innate power for creation. The simplest and so far my favorite, is a summoning spell for a little pixie that sits atop my sewing machine. She hums such lovely tunes, that make the sewing treadle go twice as fast, with half the effort, but is so shy she vanishes if we ask her name.
Juniper found a spell for her spinning wheel. The most difficult task was to obtain a spider spun sachet to store the herbs in. Luckily, I had received such a bag on my handfasting day. After adding the final ingredient, a fist full of wooly Mullein harvested the last moment before day break, the pouch melted into a soft waxy ball. When she rubs this substance on her spindle, the yarn always comes out the perfect thickness.
Lost in my thoughts, I stumbled over a root and fell face first into a loamy pile of decaying leaves. Unwilling to get up I rolled unto my back and stared at the slim span of stars between the branches that mirrored the forest path. I laid there, in this manner, for an unknown time. Knowing Ironroot is safe has reduced the tightness in my chest, but his absence still weighs heavy on me.
I must have fallen asleep, because the rustling of nearby underbrush woke me. I caught my breath and kept still, it sounded like a large beast, and I did not want to frighten any forest dweller away. In Santooshka there are nocturnal creatures that keep away from the light of our cottages. Only once or twice after a long hard winter, before spring begins to show any green, have the Sasquatch come to our valley. On Feast days we leave jugs of ale, always gone in the morning, for the tanaki, but we have never seen them. Juniper once heard the mad cry of the Hamadryad, and just recently, while out collecting Moon Beans, Greystone caught a glimpse of a man sized owl taking flight.
I slowly rolled onto my belly, as a litany of curses wafted through the trees. I blinked the sleep out of my eyes, and noticed a blue luminescent sphere tucked between two tree roots off to my right. The rustling grew louder as this sweet voiced foul mouthed creature thrashed about in my direction.
“Oh stagnant pond sludge! Where in the dammed river did it go?” A rounded rear end stuck out from the foliage as the Pixie walked backward with its head down and it’s arms thrashing behind it. Her bare heel caught on the same root that was my down fall, and in a tangle of sparkly blue, she came crashing down beside me.
“PLASTICIZED PRICKS!” she yelled as she fell backward. She landed on her behind, her elven shaped face next to mine. Then, “Ooup.” Wide eyed, she gulped. “Pardon my mouth. I didn’t realize anyone was about.”
I couldn’t contain myself, but managed to slap my hand over my mouth as laughter escaped.
“Plasticized-“ I giggled.
Blushing slightly ultramarine the blue girl shrugged and offered her hand.
“I have always wanted to meet one of the Ladies of the Wood, but I am far too busy to drop in, and now just look at me, what an impression I have made.” Her green eyes sparkled as she smiled. “I’m Star Dust, and you must be…”
“I’m Magnolia, Juniper is my sister, and you’re right, we are the Ladies of Santooshka. Never mind the how, we both were ensnarled by that treacherous root, it is happy chance to meet you in the forest this night.”
“I’ve just the thing to celebrate this happenstance meeting in the dark.” Star dug around in a leather sack tied to her hip. She pulled out a small pipe fastened from a deer antler and stuffed herbs into the end. She caught a bit of a moon beam, and pinched it until it expelled a flash of flame that she stoked by taking deep puffs on the pipe.
“Fortifies against the dark,” she said, her voice distorted by a lung full, and passed me the smoking pipe.
I joined in on her little ritual and as the tension left us, we chatted freely. Star is a Luna Pixie. Her kind are all sisters born from eggs lain generations ago, every millennium a new crèche is hatched. A disaster occurred when Star was just a hatchling, killing all the sisters in her generation. Her elder sisters too old, and the young ones too small, she alone could leave their underground burrow and preform their worldly duties.
“And that is why we have never met and why I can never find time to visit you. I must perform the work of a hundred sisters,” Star finished
.“What is it that you must do?” I asked
“It is a heavily guarded secret of my people, but I will tell you this: Long ago when the Fae Kind and the Purblinds could no longer coexist, the magical people combined their powers and created many small havens that were hidden from Purblind eyes.”
“Exactly,” Her azure tinged fingers tucked her dark curls behind her ear. Her midnight locks shimmered like a star filled sky. Her face darkened as she grew serious. “However, the net surrounding Santooshka and all magical enclaves must be refreshed by every full moon, or it‘s strength will fade with the waning.”
Then she burst into tears, “And now I have ruined it all to bloody hell. I have lost the Moon Key, and will be unable to rekindle the dammed hollows.”
“My friends and I will help you look! Don’t cry, tell me what this moon key object looks like, and I can begin to search right away.
Star wiped tears from her face and took a deep breathe, ”It appears as a small hand sized glowing blue bauble, and it should be bleeding easy to see in the dammed dark wood.”
Of course the description sounded familiar, I had just seen the moon key on the other side of Star. I smiled widely and laughed out loud.
“Don’t you understand anything I have just said? You are as crazy as a Purblind if you think this is funny!” Star said with her hands on her hips.
“Oh I understand,“ still smiling I crawled behind the blue pixie and reached into the low growing ferns. “Is this what you are looking for?” I handed her the glowing sphere.
“Sweet Water!” Star exclaimed! “You’ve saved the night, City Lights, you’ve saved us all!!”
I told her not to be silly, and assured her that she would have found it as easily as me, if I hadn’t already been sprawled on the ground when she fell. She hugged me tight and did a little dance, sending, a shower of aqua sparks flying from her feet.
Once again able to go about her important business, Star was eager to be on her way. “So many Hollows, you know,” she said. She dug into her pouch once more, but it was not her pipe she pulled out this time. Her hand was full of dazzling crystals. Each one shone with it’s own light.
“We call them star shards. My sisters and I know when a fragment of star light becomes entangled in the protective web around Santooshka. I collected these myself, I give them as a small appreciation token!
“You do not know the trouble you have helped us all escape, not to mention saving me personally from my elder sisters’ wrath!!!”
She also gave me some of her pipe herbs, which I tucked away into one of my pockets. We promised to look for each other on the next full moon, and to keep our new friendship. After a long goodbye, we parted ways.
Meeting Star was a good omen! It reinforces my decision to stay at home, while Ironroot walks the wind.
I think what I need before I retire this evening is long hot bath. I’ll wake the fire pixies, and after they take a dip in the tub, the water will be almost boiling! And I have the perfect Full Moon Bath Soaking Salts!
Full Moon Soaking Salts
You will need:
1 Cup Sea Salt
1 Cup Baking Soda
1 tsp of skin-safe quality sourced Essential oil ~ we used a combination of Lavender, Rose and Vetiver oils.
In a well ventilated area, combine the salt and the soda and the essential oils in a large bowl being sure to mix well.
Spoon in to a colored glass jar and enjoy under the full moon!