Tranformation

Once when my niece, MaryBeth, was three years old, I took her outside to the front yard and showed her the magic of the full moon.  I actually taught her that baying at the moon was a way to show appreciation of this incredible phenomenon and that bathing in moonlight was great for both the body and soul.  I am not certain how much of this she absorbed, but in the years after that, we would occasionally go outside during a full moon and howl like wolves together.

A little while back, but during this tranformative process through which I have been traveling, I told  my friend, Robert, about it and I gave myself a new name......Woman Who Bays At The Moon.  He created a sort of portrait of the "baying" woman, which was very inspirational and also reflective of a certain "wildness" in my behavior.  During a subsequent observation of the full moon, I decided that three in the morning was no time to howl in the yard (which could result in a charge of disturbing the peace and possible arrest), so I chose to sing to the moon instead.  Of course, I sang "moon" songs:  Old Devil Moon, I Only Have Eyes For You, I'll Be Seeing You, Give Me The Moonlight, etc.  That night I changed my name to Woman Who Sings To The Moon.  My ritual observation of the moon is much more eloquant now and deeply appreciated by the neighbors.