FAND LE FAY Near the river, wolves are howling. Onn the hill, I stand watching. Across the valley, the Moon rides on low clouds, a queen in her chariot. She who pulls the ocean's tides has pulled me from the dark comfort of my home to this circle of silver light. From my bed, I felt Her rise. I come in answer to Her silent call. I cannot sleep. Nothing sleeps when She calls. In the forest, the scuttle of mice and voles. The clattering steps of moose. The great whirring wingbeat of a hawk. Nothing can be still in the presence of Her majesty. Wolves call to each other. Coyotes sing. spruce dances in the wind. Unable to remain silent in Her presence, I hum a simple wordless song. Soon I am shouting to the forest and the wolves and the Moon. I raise my arms and swing them, arms wide. I whirl and whirl and whirl, tracing Her circular face on the silvered ground beneath me. Singing and whirling, whirling and singing, I become the trees, the wolves, the hillside, the clouds, the mountains, the dark sky, the hunting hawk. I become the song, the dance, the words, the tune, the movement. Above our celebration, She glides on, pale queenly Moon, as the tides and the wolves and the women follow. - "Full Moon" Patricia Monaghan Member Notes Fand Le Fay was dedicated into the Caer Avalon tradition on the Blue Moon, March 31, 1999. < Back to the Tribe Members © Caer Avalon