Moon Mothers

Our ancestral bike ride took place a few days before Halloween, on the lunar eclipse, full moon, when the veil between the embodied soul world, and formless spirit world, is thinest. At high noon on this Blood Moon, we Moon Mothers gathered at the beach with our bicycles brightly adorned to celebrate this auspicious time of magic. We dressed in disguise to trick any unwanted spirits. Our loving ancestors know us by heart and could never be fooled by an earthy costume. We rode to the sacred bluff top where we cast our circle and held ceremony to honor our ancestors and dearly departed.

As leader I peddled my bike at a leisurely pace so the slowest of us could keep up. In a sinuous line we headed towards the sacred bluff top.  The horseback riders on the east side, (not part of our parade), were delighted by our pageantry and sang us well wishes.  Even at this slow pace I had an inexplicable feeling of flying on this ephemeral bike ride.  I blinked my eyes and we had arrived on the ceremonial ground high above Mother Ocean.

Father Sun was shinning bright overhead for protection. Before we called in the ancestors, Shannan blew the ancient feminine sea trumpet, and I recited the seven directions incantation. The veil was parted. In deep relationship with the land of our Ohlone ancestors and respect for our bloodline, we savored our lunch in silence.  Then, the question was posed.  When I die, what do I want to be remembered for?  Answers were spoken softly but were heard loudly.  My answer,  I want to be remembered for my true work, leading women in divine feminine ceremony.  

Just before returning to civilization we stopped at a sand dune to close our circle and release the ancestors we had called to be among us.

Our next full moon gathering will be in the Greenhouse, Monday after Thanksgiving.  We will dedicate our ceremony to our totem animals.   Details coming soon.