New Moon Memories

A year ago, moon-wise, that is, we sailed off into the sunset on our Dreamship, the W.N. Ragland. I was so honored by all the people who came to say goodbye to Lullaby Moon. Truly, it was one of the dearest nights of my life. In my year with the moons, my sense of what is possible was transformed, as were my notions of community and the importance of sharing our dreams.

And now, a year later, we are also celebrating the first new moon since our 2010 performance at Gas Works Park. Thank you all for celebrating Lullaby Moon with us!

Happy New Moon!

Thank you, Pony Paradise Rides!!!

Thank you for making our dreams come true!!!

www.ponyparadiserides.com

Lullaby Moon 2010!

We are very excited to present Lullaby Moon 2010, and are gathering our forces to bring the celebration into being. This year's work was inspired by the many, many notes and letters from audience members who loved Lullaby Moon. I am so grateful for your kind words, and I hope you all will join us in September.

With sincere good wishes,

Lucia

XIII

The new moon, of no importance, lingers behind as the yellow sun glares and is gone beyond the seas edge: earth smokes blue; the new moon, in cool height above the blushes, brings a fresh fragrance of heaven to our senses.

-- D. H. Lawerence.

Moon Laundry

Love Calls Us to the Things of This World
Richard Wilbur 

The eyes open to a cry of pulleys,
And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul
Hangs for a moment bodiless and simple
As false dawn.
Outside the open window
The morning air is all awash with angels.

Some are in bed-sheets, some are in blouses,
Some are in smocks: but truly there they are.
Now they are rising together in calm swells
Of halcyon feeling, filling whatever they wear
With the deep joy of their impersonal breathing;

Now they are flying in place, conveying
The terrible speed of their omnipresence, moving
And staying like white water; and now of a sudden
They swoon down into so rapt a quiet
That nobody seems to be there.
The soul shrinks

From all that is about to remember,
From the punctual rape of every blessed day,
And cries,
``Oh, let there be nothing on earth but laundry,
Nothing but rosy hands in the rising steam
And clear dances done in the sight of heaven.''

Yet, as the sun acknowledges
With a warm look the world's hunks and colors,
The soul descends once more in bitter love
To accept the waking body, saying now
In a changed voice as the man yawns and rises,

``Bring them down from their ruddy gallows;
Let there be clean linen for the backs of thieves;
Let lovers go fresh and sweet to be undone,
And the heaviest nuns walk in a pure floating
Of dark habits,
keeping their difficult balance.''

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Moon thoughts

Hello Friends and Dreamers,

I've been reminiscing a lot these days--about my year with the Moon, about love and where it leads us, and how a single pure moment can change the course of a life forever. 

I've also been thinking about the beautiful souls who have come together with me to bring the Moons into being. I can't begin to say how much I love them all. I wish I could name a star after each bright spirit. 

wishing you all well!

Lucia

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