I can hear my Grandmother’s voice so clearly.... she’d say, ‘The Moon is in the toes... time to gear up.’ I remember the first time she told me this and I can still hear the rich tones and different pitches of her voice as I replay it in my head. I sometimes think if I can concentrate hard enough her voice will become hearable in this reality. Like it’s almost ready to break through the barrier. The wall is so thin and I can almost feel it at times. I remember being young standing on the waterfront; looking at my toes touching the lake’s end. The cold water rushing in and out again; over my feet and away in an unbroken rhythm. I remember seeing pieces of the sky as little half moons reflected on the ripples as they waved hello on the water’s surface. I knew the moon was in my toes because that day it had entered Pisces. My Grandmother wasn’t the only one who referred to the signs as body parts; most of the old timers from her area did this. The Ozarks was an isolated area a lot longer than anywhere in the United States. The first wave of religion didn’t knock all the old ways out of them but by the time the third wave came in it was deafened to a faint echo. I believe the silence became permanent when the first wave of tourism came through cutting the land from the country. Sure there are still elders that remember and there has been so much written down. It is only dead to those that refuse to hearken to the voice that remains. You can still find it down in the holler, against the bluff, on the edge of the cliffs overlooking the springs... I feel it on the waterfront like I hear my Grandmother’s voice. Now it exists in the same space... gone but remembered by those who still feel it in their bones. Like my Grandmother’s DNA lives within my physical body... the old ways speak through the trees, the land, and the water’s edge.
Looking down at my Moon App on my phone in this new age of empty technology... I hear all of this as I read the words ‘The Moon enters Pisces.’
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