Last night the Snow Moon rose over the Coxcomb Mountains of the Mojave Desert. It’s the fifth full moon we have watched since our journey began
There will be one more to witness before we are home again. Will we see the Warm Moon from where ever we will be in the third week of March? I’ll bet a finback that it will be a cloudy night.
That’s the reason I miss so many celestial events like meteor showers, aurora and eclipses back home in the Adirondacks. Cloud cover is a way of life when you enter the states east of the Mississippi River.
Out here, in the dry clear air of the Southwest, the skies have been spectacular.
But, my pleasure is mixed. I feel enchanted and mystical when the full moon is lighting my night-time environment in the soft glow of paleness…like a lingering campfire or night-light that is bright enough, just enough, to illuminate a book or allow me to walk without a headlamp.
This post is celebrating the full moon, but I should be writing one, in two weeks, that speaks to the awesome and dazzling population of stars and planets that a desert sky displays on nights that are moonless.
Last night, I could barely make out the belt of Orion. I could hardly see the Milky Way…but I could read a poem.
Last night, the giant globe passed by Jupiter (which sits near one of the feet of Leo) and rose high and proud. The goddess Luna, was strutting her stuff and her act could make you halt in your steps and look up…look up and think sublime ideas. Think romantic thoughts, poetic phrases and sad memories. Sit on a rock and look up, look around you, look inside your mind and soul. Remember someone you loved once…or still do.
I have had many conversations with Luna, the Roman goddess of the moon. Sometimes she sends her Greek sister, Selene to sit with me and talk of melancholy things. I’ve been reminded that I’ve been alive for approximately 825 full moons in my life…and I still don’t fully understand how the human heart works and why it’s so fragile and why the moon plays such an important role in our thoughts and beliefs.
I think I need another several hundred lunar cycles to fill in the gaps of my own nature.
“Drink in the full moon as though you might die of thirst.”