The 'man' in the moon
Weisst du wieviel Sternlein stehen,
an dem breiten himmel's Zelt?
A child's lullaby, which my mother sang to me, many times when I was
little. Ususally, I was sitting in her lap, in the car, as we drove
home at night from town where we did our weekly grocery shopping.
"Do you know how many stars shine in the broad heaven's canopy?" is the
first line of the song. The rest, I can't remember.
I do remember, it goes on to list many other things in the world, of
which we cannot possibly count how many there are. From this song, I
became ' feelingly' aware of the "unknown", larger than life forces
that exist in our lives. All the things, that as a child especially
one needed to accept with a kind of open heartedness, and just "go
along" with a kind of suspension of disbelief. This suspension of
disbelief, made it a lot easier to imagine fantastical worlds, and
even new languages.
The things that peopled my childhood world were more fantastical than
the "fairy tales" that were sometimes read to us at bedtime. My inner
world was more interesting, because I didn't have to curtail it to fit
with someone else's "reality". It existed for me because I said it
did. Perhaps, some adults thought I was good at making up lies, as a
result. I soon learned to keep my imaginary worlds and beings to myself
alone. It kept me out of trouble that way!
To get back to the image of a person in the moon, it seems very possible
to have an 'aura' of silvery light surrounding a person, almost
entraping them inside the light's boundaries. Why? Because a part of me
wants the moon to have a personality, and a voice, so it can communicate
with me. What do I imagine the moon would say? To me specifically, it
would tell me great wisdom as a result of it's "high up in the sky"
altitude, and the amazing perspective it would have. From that high up
vantage point, it's got to be able to see some amazing, and horrifying
The logic follows that if the moon would communicate these images,
visions and ideas to me, I could in turn write them down. It's an
image of the writer's muse for me. When I look at the moon, it inspires
me. When I see a person in the moon, I see human faculties engulfed by
the silvery light of inspiration.
Writing by Regina Stemberger