Origin of Faelune
Yes, it's another blog. (I think I have a problem.)
This time, however, it's a name that has been with me for quite awhile. I think I first created 'Faelune' around 7 years ago. At the time, it was a character name in World of Warcraft.
Elune is the lunar Goddess that the Night Elves worship. Fae is, well, self-explanatory.
She was a Kaldorei Moon Priestess and she was beautiful. (Fun fact: Kaldorei translates to "children of the stars"!)
Since then, the name has stuck with me, digging itself deeper and deeper into my psyche. I can't seem to lose it or find anything that better sums up how I want to see myself.
A common phrase among the non-player characters of that race is "Elune adoré". It's both a greeting and a blessing, meaning "Elune be with you".
I can't quite put my finger on it, it might just be the many years I've invested into World of Warcraft, but of all the actual moon Goddesses based in contemporary and historical myth, this fictional version, Elune, has stuck with me the longest.
Graphics in WoW have never been great, but the cutscenes featuring Elune and her favorite priestess, Tyrande Whisperwind, have always taken my breath away. Some have even made me cry!
I know I'm a freak, but when I look up at the moon at night, I almost always conjure up images of Elune in my mind; this omniscient, loving mother moon, the moon a glowing orb both a part of us and apart from us, that holds sway over our oceans and our hearts.
Romantic notions aside, this resonates with me at some core level. Maybe (probably) it represents something I'd been lacking. Around the time I first starting moon-gazing, I started on this winding path towards Paganism, feeling this magnetic pull towards something I still can't define. It wasn't the first time, but it is the most persistent and consistent call. It's a call of the wild, a call of the sea, the sky, the stars, the earth, the universe. It's feeling like maybe it's okay if I don't have it all figured out; if I never figure it out. Maybe I don't need to know and do it all. Maybe I can just be.
And so, every night that she is visible, I now gaze up at Elune, contemplating the mysteries of the universe.
Lore. Myth. Fiction. Religion. They're not all so different from one another.
The stories we tell ourselves about why we are here, while different from culture to culture, contain common threads. Above all, they describe a yearning for connection, for a way to make sense of this life, this world. How can we justify the beauty with the pain? We may not be able to. We may never be able to. And for the first time, I think I'm figuring out how to be okay with that.
This time, however, it's a name that has been with me for quite awhile. I think I first created 'Faelune' around 7 years ago. At the time, it was a character name in World of Warcraft.
Elune is the lunar Goddess that the Night Elves worship. Fae is, well, self-explanatory.
She was a Kaldorei Moon Priestess and she was beautiful. (Fun fact: Kaldorei translates to "children of the stars"!)
Since then, the name has stuck with me, digging itself deeper and deeper into my psyche. I can't seem to lose it or find anything that better sums up how I want to see myself.
A common phrase among the non-player characters of that race is "Elune adoré". It's both a greeting and a blessing, meaning "Elune be with you".
I can't quite put my finger on it, it might just be the many years I've invested into World of Warcraft, but of all the actual moon Goddesses based in contemporary and historical myth, this fictional version, Elune, has stuck with me the longest.
Graphics in WoW have never been great, but the cutscenes featuring Elune and her favorite priestess, Tyrande Whisperwind, have always taken my breath away. Some have even made me cry!
I know I'm a freak, but when I look up at the moon at night, I almost always conjure up images of Elune in my mind; this omniscient, loving mother moon, the moon a glowing orb both a part of us and apart from us, that holds sway over our oceans and our hearts.
Romantic notions aside, this resonates with me at some core level. Maybe (probably) it represents something I'd been lacking. Around the time I first starting moon-gazing, I started on this winding path towards Paganism, feeling this magnetic pull towards something I still can't define. It wasn't the first time, but it is the most persistent and consistent call. It's a call of the wild, a call of the sea, the sky, the stars, the earth, the universe. It's feeling like maybe it's okay if I don't have it all figured out; if I never figure it out. Maybe I don't need to know and do it all. Maybe I can just be.
And so, every night that she is visible, I now gaze up at Elune, contemplating the mysteries of the universe.
Lore. Myth. Fiction. Religion. They're not all so different from one another.
The stories we tell ourselves about why we are here, while different from culture to culture, contain common threads. Above all, they describe a yearning for connection, for a way to make sense of this life, this world. How can we justify the beauty with the pain? We may not be able to. We may never be able to. And for the first time, I think I'm figuring out how to be okay with that.
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