Getting Mooned

What was your most intense experience?

Sometime this morning I was in my kitchen and I happened to look at the calendar. I was quickly reminded that Wednesday is not just the first day of Spring but it is also the day of the full moon.

How cool is that?

A few minutes after looking at the calendar a memory came volcanoing out of me. It came spewing forth through the strata of my mind. It was the memory of a full moon thirty-two and a half years ago. I hadn’t thought about that in years but since this morning I have not been able to get that memory out of my noggin.

I stepped back to the calendar and looked at it again. Was the Universe trying to tell me something? Was I trying to tell myself something? Was my muse trying to get my attention?

With that memory of that particular full moon stuck in my craw, I thought back over my entire life. I tried to think of all the most intense full moons I’ve ever experienced. There have been plenty of them — lots — but that one full moon thirty-two and a half years ago far exceeded the intensity of any other.

I was wearing scrubs. I’m not a doctor and I am not a nurse, but I had to wear the scrubs if I wanted to be in the birthing room. My beloved wife was being wheeled out for something or other. The baby had already been taken to be cleaned and examined. A nurse came up to me and said, “Now is when you might want to take a short break; maybe go out onto the balcony and get some fresh air. It will be about twenty minutes before you can be with your wife and child again.”

Out in the hall she pointed and I followed her directions to the end of the hall and door which led out onto the ‘Visitor’s Deck.’ It was a third-floor balcony with benches and potted plants (and ash trays). I took a deep breath of the cool night air as soon as I was out the door. I went to the railing at the end of the deck and, with arms on the railing, I slowly tried to gather myself.

I was tingling all over. I was vibrating at a very high frequency. I was sweating despite the cool night air. My heart was pounding.

Just an hour or so before I had become a father for the first (and only) time in my life. My life had just changed more radically than it ever had. I was now a completely different person.

I looked over the railing down at the parking lot below. Then I looked up at the majestic Sangre de Cristo Mountains above. I was at the hospital in Santa Fe, New Mexico, at the time my favorite city in America.

And just then it happened…

The full moon abruptly poked her glorious face above the mountain tops. I stood there utterly transfixed and in a state of profound euphoria as I watched the full moon rise above the mountains. With no thoughts in my noggin, I went into a full ecstatic state of communion with the glorious moon. I could feel every bit of her energy and I was giving her every bit of my energy.

It had been raining in town on the way to the hospital earlier but once fully in the night sky, the full moon illuminated the tops of the mountains to reveal that the tops of the mountains had received a dusting of snow — the very first snow of the season.

As the full moon rose into a cloudless night sky, illuminating the mountains, I was happier than I had ever been. I could have stood there for hours bathing in the mojo and moonlight but finally I turned around and went back inside. I wanted to be with my wife and newborn daughter.

How is this for a prompt? What was the most intense full moon experience you’ve ever had in your life? I invite everyone to publish a post about this. The full moon is on Wednesday, though, so try to publish your story by then. (Afterward would just be anti-climactic, right?) And if you’ve never had an intense full moon experience then have one on Wednesday then you can write about it afterwards, in which case it won’t be anti-climactic, I guess. I don’t know.

Give us all your best moonshot. I dare ya!

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