la lune exquise (subtitled: it's a marvelous night for a moondance)

we chose to dedicate our weekend to the worship of the full moon. not the full worship, per say, there were no animal sacrifices… though there was some wholesome potluck-accompanied topless dancing in the candle-accompanied moonlight at mount hermon on friday.

on saturday we embarked on a night hike to flag hill to sleep under the last full moon where camping sans tents is advisable. gathering wood and building a fire, roasting marshmallows, eating chinese takeout and flame-toasted bagels with hummus with jamie, maddy and jessie after navigating the hill in the dark proved to be an adventure akin to a girl scout camping trip. we definitely would have earned our brownie merit badges for our stylish brown sashes. the night was punctuated by a coyote stealing some of our momos from a foot away from jamie's head and the moon’s glow illuminating the strings of tibetan prayer flags.

i awoke in time to watch the sun rise over the mountains as the moon shone behind me over mussoorie. peace like a river (or a sunrise) as the earth emanates divinity in a language my purposely-undefined faith speaks.