I have loved the moon ever since I was a child and long before I walked my pagan-witchy path. Seeing her waxing in strength every night lends me strength and urges me forward in changing my self by growing little by little each day. It also reminds me to be a bright light in the midst of darkness.
Gazing at the moon and communing with the Goddess on a full moon is even more sacred to me and I always bathe in the moonlight on a full moon. However, living in a city can be limiting as there aren’t many quiet places to go to. I walked around for at least 30 minutes looking for the moon and all but giving up hope thinking that light pollution and buildings were preventing me from seeing the mother. As I was walking back to my apartment she appeared. I felt such relief, joy, and gratitude. I was able to view her for most of my walk back home, but the Universe and the Goddess were not done. As I was nearly home I saw a closed-off parking lot with a safe and full view of the moon. I was on a side street that was well-lit, yet still offered me the view I longed for, the safety that I needed and the quiet that I felt was lost to me. I was finally able to complete my spell and my ritual, even when I thought that I would have to give up and do it in another way.
Sometimes it can be difficult being a pagan and/or witch in the city, but I have found that the Universe and Goddess will make a way when it seems there is none )0(