My BOS records the varied full moon celebrations we've had since moving here. One to honor the Holly King and say farewell to the Oak King -- that was the first one. One new moon celebration that came complete with s'mores, One full moon that was just three folk (and several owls who came to ask "who"), one that ended in a wild lightening storm, and then this one, six of us here stepping through the blue moon ( a hula hoop redone in festive blue) and eating blue cornbread and weaving magic around our best intentions.
It was lovely! Blessed be the Goddess!
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