🌙 Moonlight & Old Tales

The moon has always fascinated me. Last night, I was lucky enough to capture it as the tiniest silver sliver in the sky — a sight I almost never manage to photograph, so this felt like a little victory to me.

For centuries, sailors, farmers, and dreamers have looked to the moon not just for beauty, but for guidance. Its shifting shapes were seen as clues about weather, luck, and even life’s seasons. While not every tale is scientifically true, there’s something magical about the way people read meaning in its glow.

🌙 Old Moon Lore & Sailors’ Tales

• The Crescent “Bowl”

  
  

  If the crescent moon looks like it’s holding water — a bowl tipped upward — it means fair weather is ahead. But if it’s tipped over, “spilling water,” rain is said to be on the way.

  
  

• The Ring Around the Moon

  
  

  A halo circling the moon? Sailors took it as a warning of storms brewing. (And science backs this one up — halos come from ice crystals in high clouds, often ahead of a front.)

• The Waxing Moon

  
  

  When the moon is growing toward full, it’s tied to beginnings, growth, and good fortune for setting out on journeys.

• The Waning Moon

  
  

  As the moon shrinks, it was seen as a time for endings, reflection, and caution against new ventures.

• The Red Moon

  
  

  A red or orange moon was often said to foretell strong winds or passionate times ahead.

🌕 The Full Moon & Me

Most people tell me the full moon makes them restless, stirring their sleep or their moods. For me, it’s the opposite. Under a full moon, my mind feels clear, my spirit at ease, and life itself somehow steadier. It’s as though the brightness brings me harmony rather than chaos. That’s my own little moon myth, and I treasure it.

✨ The moon will always mean something different to each of us — guidance, mystery, comfort, or even a reminder to pause and look up. For me, last night, it meant catching a sliver of beauty with my camera, and I love that.

Honey’s Note:

Don’t forget to look up. The moon is always there, changing and yet the same — a reminder that light returns, even in slivers.

💫 Where the moon glows, hope grows — Honey