Ah, so lovely, the moon calls me out, not to howl but to sit, gaze and think. I learned Carl Sandburg's "Child Moon" when I was a child, encouraged by a fourth grade teacher who told me that I'm a moon child, Cancer. I learned later I have Leo rising. I'm a water sign. Oceans, lakes, rivers and streams call to me. Best would be to see a full moon splashing off a dark ocean, but I'm not there. I'll take the moon silvering the wooded mountains rising in the south and the southern valley spreading north and west below me. What did the first human seeing the moon on this valley think?
I used to follow astrology and horoscopes but the magic faded. Yet the moon still offers that magic. I love sitting, a glass of port in hand, looking at the moon and its entourage of stars. The sun may be hot and bright but the moon moves me into deeper introspection and refreshes me. The cats sit with me, silent, gazing at things I can't see, good companions on a cold, silent night.
It affects me. As I approach full moon, my anxiety increases but once it arrives, I gain calm strength. What will you do to me, world? I have the moon.
Thoreau called her "the mistress of the night". In younger, drunken days, I walked home in cold winter nights and loved those nights when the moon travelled with me. My intoxication was doubled in her presence.
The moon has watched humanity's progress and in return, we honor the moon with calendars and names. Each month and season offers a new term and a reminder of our history. This month brings the snow moon, the hunger moon, the wolf moon. These reflected what happened in the northern hemisphere, when wolves entered villages, snow gripped the world, and starvation settled in. We've replaced those names with calendars and watches, losing some romance and practicality. Our ancestors looked at the February full moon and knew what to expect. The moon brought reminders of what needed to be done and how much longer the season was expected to last.
What do you promise me? I ask the moon. It doesn't answer me. Of course not. Newt Gingrich promises a return to the moon and a colony. The science fiction romantic in me wishes it will happen. I'd love to try living on the moon and watching Earthrise with a glass of port in my hand. Maybe I could brew some beer.
I'd call it Moonbrew. Then I'd sit and sip some and watch the full Earth with my cats at my side.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com