Mt. Shasta Full Moon

The Full Moon over Mt. Shasta this evening was not unlike the image captured above. As I sailed by in my metal Chariot, the snow-capped majestic mount rose from the planet as if a woman rising from the sea, fast and wild. To then shake sea foam from her hair. The froth froze as it laid down upon her shoulders, draping her in a mantel of shimmering white. Then there was stillness.

The Full Moon appeared as if sky faerie had run amuck, throwing transparent chiffon or vaporous silks scarves before it. A soft haze blurred the moon and mountain into one as the fog came up from the fields to meet the orb.

It seemed Mother Earth breathed out a prayer that touched the feet of mountain, then sky. And then moon. And then me. And now you.