I posted about my full moon reading yesterday, but the ritual itself bears mentioning as well. It was the first in the new home, the last I’ll be able to perform with Aradia until Yule at the soonest, and the only magical rite in which my mother has ever participated.
In keeping with that last point, and because we were all too overwhelmed and exhausted to do any serious heavy lifting, we kept it simple. Rather than alternating in silence, as Aradia and I usually do, or assigning a call to each of the participants – as we have historically with larger groups – I took the lead, calling on the “powers and spirits” of each element, while Aradia and my mother followed behind. We cast the circle hand-to-hand, and a storm hit exactly as we finished.
We called upon the moon to help establish the household and to aid in the transition. The three of us then worked together to charge a bottle of water with moon energy. Finally, we closed the circle and went outside to see what was going on.
The storm was still blowing in, but the tree outside my front door had already dropped a massive load of sticks and twigs. This was where my mother really shone, and proved that with little or no actual instruction in what I do, she already knew enough: she encouraged me to collect a particularly attractive fallen twig to add to my altar. As the storm continued, I set the moon water outside to continue charging, along with my amethyst orb. Both were tingling when I brought them in shortly before dawn.