Eating in the Light of the Moon

This folktale is called “The Buried Moon.” It is about the nature of the feminine as represented by the moon. The light of the moon is soft and subtle. It gently illuminates that which is hidden, and it guides us through the dark corners of our unconscious.

Long, long ago, there was a wonderful land where people loved each other, and all things in nature were honored and respected. This land was, however, surrounded by bogs and swamps, and the people feared the great pools of black bog water and squishy tufts of marsh moss that squirted out creeping trickles of green water when they stepped on them.

In this land, the moon shone just as she does now, and the people depended on the light of the moon to walk about safely among the bog pools and marshes. But when she didn’t shine, out came vile, evil creatures that dwelled in the darkness and went about seeking harm.

When the moon heard of the treachery and terror that filled the land in her absence, she felt great sorrow and decided to see for herself if it was truly as bad as people said it was. So when the dark of the month came, she wrapped herself in a black hooded cloak, taking care to tuck in her yellow, shining hair, and went straight to the bog edge.

There, it was dark—all dark but for the glimmer of the stars in the pools and the light that came from her own white feet, stealing out from under her black cloak. She trembled as she made her way, stepping lightly from tuft to tuft between the greedy, gurgling water holes. just as she came near a big black pool, her foot slipped and she would have tumbled in had she not grabbed a nearby snag to steady herself. But as soon as she touched the snag, it twined itself around her wrists and arms, holding her fast. The more she pulled and twisted, the tighter it held.

As she pondered her fate, from far off in the distance she heard a faint, sobbing voice calling for help. She then heard footsteps and through the darkness saw a face with eyes wide with terror. It was a man who had strayed into the bogs. Dazed with fear, he struggled toward the flickering light that seemed to promise help and safety, unaware that he was straying farther from the path and into the black pool.

Frantic to warn him, the moon struggled even harder. Though she could not free herself, she twisted in such a way that her hood fell back off her yellow, shining hair, and the beautiful light that came from it drove away the darkness. The poor traveler was so relieved to see the vile creatures retreat into the darkness and to find his path out of the marsh, that he hurried on home as fast as he could.

Although the moon was happy that the lost soul had found his way, she, too, wanted to be free of the bogs, and so she began to fight and pull harder than ever. At last, she collapsed in exhaustion, and as she fell forward, her black hood fell over her head.

So out went the blessed light and back came the darkness and all its evil creatures. They attacked the moon with rage and spite and drove her deep down into the mud. When the sky began to show a pale gray light, the evil ones placed a large boulder on top of her and scurried away.

Days and days passed and the new moon never came. Without the moon’s light, nighttime was no longer safe. Under cover of darkness, travelers got lost, things were stolen, and vile, evil creatures terrorized the land. Many people suffered. Everyone became frightened of the darkness that seemed to swallow up the land at night.

The people of the land sought help from the wise woman who lived in the old mill, and she instructed them on how to find the lost moon. They trekked into the marshes, armed with stones and hazel twigs, feeling fearful and creepy, until, at last, they came to the pool beside the snag where the moon lay buried. Catching a glimpse of a thin lip of light around the boulder, they took hold of the big stone and shoved it up.

For one short moment, they saw a strange and beautiful face looking up at them with gladness out of the black water and heard the angry wail of the fleeing evil horrors. And then they saw the moon rise into the sky, bright and beautiful as ever, making the bogs and pathways safe once again.

Since ancient times, the moon has been a symbol of the feminine. It is cyclical and ever changing with a strong sense of mystery. Its light is cool, reflective, and diffuse as contrasted with the bright, bold, and intensely focused light of the sun, which has often been associated with the masculine principle.

In our culture, we value sunshine, daylight, and summertime over moonlight, nighttime, and winter. We notice if the sun is up or down, whether it will be a sunny or overcast day, but pay little attention to the moon and its phases. Likewise, we have come to value only the masculine principles of direct action; single-minded focus; clear, logical thinking; goal-oriented, competitive behavior; linear structure; productivity; and achievement. We are uncomfortable with the feminine qualities of stillness, ambiguity, and emotion. We become impatient with cooperative, relationship-oriented attitudes, and see aesthetics, intuition, nurturance, and earthiness as unimportant.

Many traditional cultures recognize the necessity of both masculine and feminine aspects in all life. The tale of the buried moon reminds us that there was once a time when moonlight was considered essential, when the qualities of the feminine were appreciated and valued; a time when feeling was as important as thinking, intuition was as well regarded as logic, “being” was as much valued as “doing,” and the journey was as significant as the destination.

According to Eastern philosophies, everything in the universe is based on the polarities of yin (feminine/receptive) and yang (masculine/active) energies. Yin is that which is open, yielding, connected. It embodies the intuitive, feeling, deep wisdom that comes from within. This is the feminine power that is connected to the subtle and seemingly invisible forces and rhythms of nature. It is concerned with harmony in all relationships. Yin can be symbolized by circles, spirals, or labyrinths that have no beginning and no end.

Yang is active, independent, and direct. It is the logical, intellectual energy that seeks out information and strives for control. Its power comes from doing and fixing. It is associated with separation, identity, autonomy, and individuality. It can be symbolized by the arrow with its linear angles thrusting upward and outward.

The tale of the buried moon warns of the danger to society when the balance between the masculine and feminine is not honored, if the feminine becomes buried, and the qualities of the masculine are considered more important than the qualities of the feminine. Great technological advances may be made, but if the feminine emphasis on feelings, relationships, and harmony is ignored, much violence and suffering can follow.

This story, like many legends and tales, is more than a story with a message for the community. It speaks to our own individual psyches and warns of the dangers of neglecting the feminine within ourselves. We all, men and women, carry both the masculine and feminine principles within us and are continually challenged to develop both aspects so that they can work in harmony. Neither quality is right or wrong. Neither quality is better or more valuable than the other. Problems develop when there is an imbalance between the two, when one aspect is valued more than the other, or when one side is dominated by the other.

The feminine spirit within us promotes nurturing, supportive relationships. The masculine promotes autonomy, separation, and individuality. If we develop our feminine side and not our masculine side we may find ourselves caught up in relationships where we focus on taking care of others without setting limits and find that we lose our sense of self. If we develop only the masculine, we find ourselves caught up in competitive power struggles and feel a pervasive sense of alienation that comes from not connecting with others in a heartfelt way. Our lives become little more than a rat race. An individual who is able to perceive the bigger picture and be receptive to his or her inner guidance but cannot take action can experience as many difficulties as someone who is all action and impulse with no inner sense of direction or meaning in his or her life.

The feminine within us is that wise, intuitive voice that perceives the truth. It is the open, receptive side that receives information from within and from without and holds it in a deep, knowing way. Her task is to be a vessel that contains our truth, our vision, our essence.

The masculine within us is the part of ourselves that takes action. It is very willful, focused, and directed. It is the intellectual, rational side that explains and organizes our thoughts and feelings logically. The task of the masculine is to be a vehicle that can boldly carry our truth out into the world in a clear, straightforward way.

When there is balance and these two sides act in concert, we have what is called the “divine marriage,” where the masculine honors and supports the feminine, providing protection for the journey out into the world. In an ideal situation:

• The feminine says, “I am lonely.” The masculine side sits down and writes a letter to a friend.

• The feminine produces a dream. The masculine translates and organizes it.

• The feminine feels upset when a friend does something that hurts her feelings. The masculine puts those feelings into words and explains why that behavior was hurtful.

• The feminine says, “I am hungry.” The masculine responds by getting and preparing the food or by asking, “Is this physical or emotional hunger?”

We live in a society where the balance between the feminine and the masculine has not been maintained. Masculine principles have been overly encouraged and feminine principles have been suppressed. Much emphasis is placed on goal-oriented activities, accomplishments, and productivity. Doing is more important than being. What we accomplish matters more than our manner or intent. Matters of the mind take precedence over matters of the heart. Success in money matters is respected more than success in relationships. Technological advancement is valued more than inner wisdom. Our civilization has “lost its moon.” We are on the brink of disaster because the active, aggressive, outwardly thrusting energy has not been kept in balance with the inner, deep nurturing forces that sustain life and support harmonious relationships among all things.

This imbalance has been internalized within our psyches. As a result of living in such a culture, we have been encouraged to allow our masculine sides to dominate, control, and judge our feminine natures. Rather than experiencing and expressing our feelings, we are taught to reject and control them because they are irrational. Instead of honoring our dreams and intuitions, we ignore or ridicule them because they are not logical. Rather than trusting our bodies to inform us when we are in need of physical nourishment or stimulation, we follow elaborate diet plans and rigid exercise regimes. We look to facts and figures and disregard our gut reactions when attempting to validate our perceptions. Consequently ...

• When your inner feminine says, “I’m lonely,” the masculine insists that you have no reason to feel that way.

• When you have a thought-provoking dream, your masculine laughs at it or dismisses it as “only” a dream.

• When you are upset with a friend’s behavior, you tell yourself that you are just too sensitive.

• When you feel hungry, you criticize yourself for eating too much.

The epidemic of disordered eating among women is clearly a consequence of the imbalance between the feminine and the masculine within our society and within ourselves. Many women are experiencing the despair and alienation that comes not only from the suppression of the feminine in the world we live in, but also from the rejection of their own inner feminine nature. By ignoring our feminine voice time and time again, we run the risk of losing it or finding it buried in the muck, just like the people in the story. When we stop listening to our feelings and intuitions, our psyches are plunged into a darkness that can be frightening. In this darkness, our feelings, hungers, and desires become mysterious, destructive forces, ready to wreak havoc upon our bodies and minds.

Women who struggle with disordered eating, more often than not have an overly dominant inner masculine aspect that continually attempts to control the inner feminine. Their masculine side is unrelentingly critical, even hostile, toward their feminine side. Consequently, their lives are filled with activities, chores, and endless lists of things they must get done. Moments of reverie, relaxation, or quiet time are either condemned as a “waste of time” or avoided because feelings or desires may surface that might question or in some way interfere with their ambitions or goals. Nighttime becomes particularly treacherous because, without the busyness of rushing here and there, doing this and that, dreaded urges to eat fill up the space that is not allowed to remain empty and still.

When the masculine controls the feminine, there is a lot of action without meaning. We find ourselves eating compulsively or counting calories obsessively, rather than tuning in to our bodies (so that we eat when we are hungry and stop when we are full) or listening to our inner guidance (to find out why we want to eat when we are not physically hungry). We play the outwardly focused numbers game of how many pounds, how many calories, to determine how well our day is going. We participate in an endless cycle of diets where we try to control rather than honor our inner desires and appetites. We try to sculpt our female bodies so that they are more linear and angular, less round and curvaceous. We believe that willful perseverance is the best approach to everything, that having a lot of “willpower” (as evidenced by weight loss) is the ultimate compliment. We attempt to control our feelings and instincts by restricting our food intake (it’s pretty difficult to attend to other feelings when you’re hungry). And when our inner feminine begins to rebel, we accuse her of being irrational, too sensitive, out of control, lacking in willpower.

Recovery from disordered eating calls for a deliberate, conscious attempt to reclaim our feminine side so we can bring our masculine side back into balance. Like the people in the story, we must consult our inner wise woman who can tell us how to bring back the moon.