Wiccans and psychics will tell you that this is one of the best times to perform spells of initiation -- blessings for new things, and incantations for starting new beginnings and new phases in one's life. Renewal, revivication, rejuvenation and reunion... this is what the waxing crescent moon means.
Today, for the first time in about four years, I went to church. I went to see my dear friend (and quasi-brother-in-law) Chris Harrison preach as a pastor candidate at the Presbyterian Church he's been interviewing with for the past year. For ten years, Chris and his wife, my godsister, Rebecca, have lived in Arizona. Since they moved there, we've all been conspiring to get them back here, in Blue Country, and a milder climate. Chris, who finished seminary this year, and is due to be ordained in Mesa next month, applied to a church in Southern California a year ago last March. After a long and detailed interview process, he, Rebecca and their children were finally brought to So. Cal. for a weekend of whirlwind meet-and-greets with the entire congregation, to spend the weekend getting to know everybody, and to give Chris the opportunity to preach a Sunday service. I think he was awesome. But I'm biased, so take it with a grain of salt.
|l to r: Marck, me, Jenny, Rebecca, April '72|
I've known Rebecca since she was twenty-two months old. I went to her second birthday party. We grew up together, spending summers in the swimming pool, and playing with make-up and, later, attending acting classes together. We've sung together, and laughed and cried together. We said good-bye to my mother and her mother, my godmother, together, and scattered both sets of ashes in the blue Pacific. We said hello to our children. Weddings, funerals, christenings, birthdays, Christmases, Easter Egg hunts and more Thanksgivings than I can count. She knew me as "Tina". I knew her as "Becca."
|Rebecca and her husband, Chris|
There's a waxing crescent moon tonight. And today, it has delivered on all its promises.