Eve leaned out into a night wich had become warm and magical.
The moon seemed strange floating above the throbbing city and Eve could feel it's magic reaching out to her and gently touching her deepest core. Her body seemed to melt and flow, joining with the moonlight and the earth beneath the house and she knew that above this same place the same moon had shone for millions of years. Time became visible. With her feet anchored in the earth, time touched her awareness.... Forests, rivers, oceans and deserts advanced and retreated and always the same moon shone above. Land rose from the primeval seas and for an instant the small awareness wich was still Eve grasped the immense age of the moon and it's silent companionship for all that have lived.
Still in the haze of silver light, Eve felt the tendrils of Time leave her awareness, but the thread of life wich linked her with the other moongazers remained. She was kin to all these women, part of a sisterhood wich the moon had touched and to wich many had responded. Throughout the world, the land, the language, the culture could change but they all watched the same moon, whose light and tides linked them all.
Although the moon's vision had made Eve feel small and insignificant in the passage of time, she now felt part of something special, reaching beyond her everyday life. Eve reached out her hand as if to touch the moon and whispered softly, 'Companion of women, watch over me!' She wasn't sure why she said it, but she felt a strange need to express the sudden bond she felt with the moon.
(Extracto de la historia "The Awakening", de 'Red Moon' by Miranda Gray)
