Cycles and crescent moons

From Refuge: An Unnatural History of Family and Place by Terry Tempest Williams:

"Flocks of magpies have descended on our yard. I cannot sleep for all their raucous behavior. Perched on weathered fences, their green-black tales, long as rulers, wave up and down, reprimanding me for all I have not done.

"I have done nothing for weeks. I have no work. I don't want to see anyone much less talk. All I want to do is sleep.

"Monday, I hit rock-bottom, different from bedrock, which is solid,
expansive, full of light and originality. Rock-bottom is the bottom of
the rock, the underbelly that rarely gets turned over; but when it does,
I am the spider that scurries from daylight to find another place to
hide.

"Today I feel stronger, learning to live with the natural cycles of a day and to not expect so much from myself. As women, we hold the moon in our bellies. It is too much to ask to operate on full-moon energy three hundred and sixty-five days a year. I am in a crescent phase. And the energy we expend emotionally belong belongs to the hidden side of the moon...."

The luminous paintings here are by Catherine Hyde, who lives and works in Cornwall. 

“I am constantly attempting to convey the landscape in a state of
suspension," she says, "in order to gain glimpses of its interconnectedness, its
history and beauty. Within the images I use the archetypical hare,
stag, owl and fish as emblems of wildness, fertility and permanence:
their movements and journeys through the paintings act as vehicles that
bind the elements and the seasons together."

You can see more of Catherine's work in her online gallery, and on the Sisterhood of Ruralists Facebook page.