The Woman in the Moon

Winter, occupation, full moon.

I awoke one night to a bright light illuminating the tipi. My first thought was that the police had arrived for their nightly visit and body count. as I opened my eyes what I saw instead was the clear bluish orb of a full moon smiling down on my face, peeking through the smoke hole like a playful friend.

“The woman in the moon looked down from the moon

and sang her beautiful song

‘’tis time for all women on earth to…

Just as new life begins in childbirth every day, the occupy wall street movement and  affinity groups are being born and nurtured the U.S. and the rest of the world.  The Occupy movement itself is the new kid in town. The baby of the family who initially restores hope and inspiration. The baby coos and she cries and she is awfully cute...the family mascot.

  But then something else begins to happen. We are exhausted. This new baby won't sleep through the night and we must wake with…