Moon phase
New moon
The sky is empty, and the emptiness is soil. Sow in the dark what you do not want the neighbours to name before it has a leaf.
The moon’s stone today
Moon phase
Moon phase
Waxing crescent
A thin horn holds a little light and does not yet promise the whole loaf. What has started can be watered; boasting is early.
Moon phase
First quarter
Half the disc stands like a wall you can already touch. Choose a direction: only what the hand supports goes on growing, not the wish alone.
Moon phase
Waxing gibbous
Almost full, and the almost is work, not praise. Set in order what is already growing, so the full moon does not find a careless table.
Moon phase
Full moon
The disc is open, and the yard sees what you kept in half-light. The full moon shows, it does not invent: what ripened has a name, and what is empty is empty in the light as well.
Moon phase
Waning gibbous
The light withdraws, and that is room for things to go back to the shelf. Give away what has already done its work at the table.
Moon phase
Last quarter
The other half of the disc asks you to set down what you no longer carry well. The decision is a door into a smaller room where the breath fits.
Moon phase
Waning crescent
A thin horn remains, and the ash of what has already been told. Rest before the dark of the new moon: an empty cup is preparation, not a loss.