The Moonspinners

"Sometimes, when you're deep in the countryside, you meet three girls, walking along the hill tracks in the dusk, spinning. They each have a spindle, and on to these they are spinning their wool, milk-white, like the moonlight. In fact, it is the moonlight, the moon itself, which is why they don't carry a distaff. They're not Fates, or anything terrible; they won't affect the lives of men; all they have to do is see that the world gets its hours of darkness, and they do this by spinning the moon down out of the sky. Night after night, you can see the moon getting less and less, the ball of light waning, while it grows on the spindles of the maidens.""Then, at length, the moon is gone, and the world has darkness, and rest, and the creatures of the hillsides are safe from the hunter and the tides are still... "Then, on the darkest night, the maidens take their spindles down to the sea, to wash their wool. And the wool slips from the spindles, into the water, and unravels in long ripples of light from the shore to the horizon, and there is the moon again, rising from the sea, just a thin curved thread, re-appearing in the sky. Only when all the wool is washed, and wound again into a white ball in the sky, can the moon-spinners start their work once more, to make the night safe for hunted things..." * Excerpt from The Moonspinners by Mary Stewart, 1962. Mary Stewart is my go-to 'guilty pleasure' read: always a bit of adventure, a bit of romance, an exotic location, and the odd literary reference perfectly placed. * Beautiful "Moon Games" photography, used with permission, is by Laurent Laveder and Sabine Sannier. You can buy postcards and even a book from the series here. First seen on b for bel, my go-to blog for cool stuff.

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