The Moon is my mistress; has been for just about ten years now, ever since I noticed the reliable upward mood swings during full moon evenings.
So tonight’s full eclipse, spent alone and then with housemates and then alone and the entire time chatting with people online, was a salve for a hard February. I would have photos, too, but can’t find the camera cable – phooey.
She was red and pink and blackish and gorgeous, and always changeable. Saturn and Regulus hung out nearby (well, sorta). She was a clown nose, a koala, a cinnamoon (thanks for that last image, Molly). She’s almost out of penumbra again, bright white and always a reminder that the world is big and full of new things to discover.
Spring is coming.
the moon is my mistress, i shall not want
she makes me look up into her sky
she pulls the deep waters as she moves
she restores my soul
i follow the paths of righteousness by her light.
yea, though i walk in the city at midnight
i will fear no evil for she is with me
your light and your darkness comfort me
you fill my sight in the presence of my enemies
you anoint my face with shadows; my eyes spill over.
surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life
and i will dwell in the house of the moon forever.
*big grin*
that made my day, and it was already pretty good.
I found the (actual) camera cable and your apple remote- I’ll drop them off on my way in later today.
Ethan – thanks!