Sweet Diana! (and a Poem by Percy Shelley)
Sometimes I think that moonbathing is just as important as sunbathing!
Even though the moon is not full, she is a bright sun tonight. My patio always looks so magical in her radiance. The plants shimmer with her touch and reach out to me. I sit, a sponge on my toadstool, and as the moonlight seeps into my bones, I feel energized and whole.
I picture myself as a large whale in the sky, slowly swimming endlessly in her sea, a wave travelling through waves.
Homer’s Hymn To The Moon
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
Daughters of Jove, whose voice is melody,
Muses, who know and rule all minstrelsy
Sing the wide-winged Moon! Around the earth,
From her immortal head in Heaven shot forth,
Far light is scattered—boundless glory springs;
Where’er she spreads her many-beaming wings
The lampless air glows round her golden crown.
But when the Moon divine from Heaven is gone
Under the sea, her beams within abide,
Till, bathing her bright limbs in Ocean’s tide,
Clothing her form in garments glittering far,
And having yoked to her immortal car
The beam-invested steeds whose necks on high
Curve back, she drives to a remoter sky
A western Crescent, borne impetuously.
Then is made full the circle of her light,
And as she grows, her beams more bright and bright
Are poured from Heaven, where she is hovering then,
A wonder and a sign to mortal men.
The Son of Saturn with this glorious Power
Mingled in love and sleep–to whom she bore
Pandeia, a bright maid of beauty rare
Among the Gods, whose lives eternal are.
Hail Queen, great Moon, white-armed Divinity,
Fair-haired and favourable! thus with thee
My song beginning, by its music sweet
Shall make immortal many a glorious feat
Of demigods, with lovely lips, so well
Which minstrels, servants of the Muses, tell.