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"Looking Lunarly Series"

For 13 months I looked lunarly and did my best to recreate the stories the moon whispered in my ear. She lured me with the lightness of nursery rhyme safety, then sent me reeling into the abyss of her shadow as I struggled to make sense of this word; lunacy.

While I was working on Reluctant Moon I saw part of a 20/20 episode on t.v. about Muslim life in Jordan where women are often killed by their own families for such "crimes" as not being properly veiled, smoking in public, choosing their own lover, or being raped. I recently learned of the gender apartheid toward women in Afghanistan, where women who used to be free as anyone in the U.S., are now basically under house arrest. Bombing continues in Belgrade where my friend, Nada, a teacher of non-violent communication lives. Several years ago she showed me pictures drawn by refugee children expressing their unspeakable pain. I am horrified and baffled. How can any of this be happening in 1999? I look into the bowl of playful women awaiting the moon and am struck by the realization that this time women's sacred laughter was not stifled, but it cannot be taken for granted. Human freedom. None are free till all are free. Oh what the moon's light reflects.

 

Grandma's Remedy
Grandma's Remedy
Gossamer Wings
Gossamer Wings
Man in the Moon
Man in the Moon
Mis-take
Moon Shadow
Moon Shadow
Blame it on the Moon
Blame it on the Moon

D'anjou Moon
D'anjou Moon
Waxed and Waned
Waxed and Waned
Joliet's Moon Dream
Joliet's Moon Dream

 


Thirteen Moons of

Thirteen Moons of
Mary Moon Fairy

Reluctant Moon


Reluctant Moon
 

Relative Moon

 

  Mystics and magicians
All marvel at the moon.
Musicians forever strive
To find its essence in a tune.

It's as if the moon, our brother,
Our sister, our dear friend,
Has been a close companion
Since all time began.

So play for me a moon song
Soothe the longing in my heart
That yearns to fill the void left
From thinking we are apart.

Bring to me a bowl
I will collect the lunar rays
And weave them into stories
To brighten up our days.
                   --Rhea Giffin ©1999

 

       

      

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