The moon's phase for me is about pausing for a moment for maintenance of systems which sustain. (I'd call it "The Castilan in the Healer's House Moon;" next month would be "The Castilan in the Sower's House Moon".) At least it is supposed to be in the arbitrary (eight house) system that I've come up with; but, as usual, instead of feeling mystic and like I'm having my batteries secretly energized by some comsic lunar current, I usuallly feel crabby and tired.
Starhawk has a suggested meditation, wherein you (silently) ask yourself, "Is the the food (or driknk) of life?" and see what the answer is. It's a good bet that if I'd remembered to ask myself this question on Friday (which was a black mood day), I'd say the food and drink of life consisted entirely of chocolate, salt, caffeine and fat.