“What was supposed to be so special about a full moon? It was only a big circle of light. And the dark of the moon was only darkness. But halfway between the two, when the moon was between the worlds of light and dark, when even the moon lived on the edge...maybe then a witch could believe in the moon.” Witches Abroad by Terry Pratchett
Earlier today, I read “Liminal Moments and Magic” by my dear friend Grey Glamer, over at Following the Willowisp. His post made me feel witchy and brought Terry Pratchett to my mind. It reminded me of that indescribably something that fills my soul when I look at the moon… or when I feel her presence.
I know that most people are attracted to the full moon; not me. I feel magical and undeniably “between the worlds of light and dark;” when my eyes can’t see the moon, but my soul knows she is all around me.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Terry Pratchett’s fiction tells reality tales, doesn’t it?