The November full moon, falling on the 25th this year, has a long relationship with human’s connection between nature. Nicknamed “The Beaver Moon” trappers used to use the full moon of November to remind them that traps need to be set before the water freezes over. Imagine moonlight glinting off a frosty evening landscape, the woodland creatures burrowing deeper into their beds hoping to stay as warm as possible.
The new Moon Phase bedding collection is also helping people stay warm before the chill of winter sets in, wrapping us in the power of the moon. With a black background as inky as a still winter night and gold embroidered designs that reflect the tribal, ancient quality that comes from the phases of the moon. This new bedding collection will reconnect you with the rhythm of the cosmos. Otherworldly energy will be infused into your dreamscapes while sleeping underneath Moon Phase bedding. Can good, well-designed bedding offer you a better sleep? We think so.
One of our favorite aspects of this new bedding collection is the attention to detail given to the breathtaking gold embroidery. Much like the details one finds out in nature, such as astronomical patterns, the Moon Phase bedding has powerful clean designed lines that reflect nature itself. It will remind you that much like the cosmos, we are all connected in our complexity.
Our Moon Phase table linens were wildly popular and we are so excited to help bring the power of the moon into other rooms of your home. When you fall asleep, fall asleep beneath the moon.
You watch your breath spiral out in front of you, its icy movement reminding you how quickly the season is changing. You pull the blanket around your shoulders tighter against your body. Wind rattles the last few leaves from bare branches around you as you lean closer to watch his hands at work. You’d seen him in the saloon a few times; he was silent, bearded, and often sat alone in the corner nursing a mug of moonshine while pondering the calluses on his hands. You wondered what he spent his days doing out in the wild land that surrounded this small western town. Then one day he told you. “I’m here to trap some beavers,” he’d growled after you’d gathered the courage to ask. You’d wandered out from behind the bar where you worked and asked him if he wanted another drink. Then, you asked why he was in town. And now, here you are. Standing beside an almost-frozen lake, the clouds above promising snowfall, watching this man set a trap for a beaver. He reaches towards you and grabs your hand, running it along the cold metal chain. “You have to trick the beaver into thinking it’s safe, comfort it, seduce it,” he whispered. “That’s the only way to make it come.”