Moondancer - reminiscing

A long time ago I used to go by the name Moondancer, for online chats on Cyber. Partly it was a play on the fact that I worked at a comic book store called Moondance Comics. Partly it was because of a trip to visit some friends in Leominster, MA. It was probably for a Game-related event (LARP before they called it that). There was a chaotic dinner at Denny's, late at night. Then one of our hosts suggested going for a walk in a cemetery they knew of - it being a full moon that night, we'd have plenty of light, and she said it was a beautiful place.

So, off we go, and indeed it was a beautiful place, with wide paths, smooth lawns and great trees throughout the property. One lawn was near/over part of the crypt (where they keep bodies if the ground is frozen, until warmer weather). It was perfect -- level, soft, no sticks, and edged on three sides (or was it the curve of a semi-circle?) with some of the great, tall trees.

The moon shone down on the grass, casting a silvery sheen across it. Standing there, I just listened to the trees, the grass, the earth, the sky, the stars and moon.

If you are silent and listen, you will hear their music. Be still, and you will feel the rhythm. And then, becoming one with all that is around and within you, dance.