Yep. The full moon gave me a two-day headache because I stopped paying attention to it for a couple of weeks. If you’ve been reading these posts for a while, then you know I don’t have a romantic relationship with the moon or its “pale beauty” etc. If I had a personal mythology, the moon would be the star trickster in the way Coyote is in many Indigenous stories on the North American continent. A trickster god who is sometimes hilarious, sometimes righteous, but sometimes wasteful and foolish, and even devastating and destructive.
The moon’s mystique took a hit when it was landed upon by earthlings. Like a lot of things that were once just beyond our reach. I have changed my opinion on “exploration”. For explorations sake. It just seems the price is too high. Leave some things to stir the soul and imagination.
I'm glad I'm not the only one who feels like a snowglobe of fluids, being sloshed and jostled around. I often feel like I'm vainly trying to catalogue and organize all of my interior bits, grasping at the mysterious particulates swirling around me, trying very hard to get a good look at them, even one, before everything is (again) knocked sideways. Maybe I'm silly for it, but in spite of its trickster ways (and my sloshy insides and rigid exterior), I still find myself mesmerized by the moon's mysterious magic. Perhaps in some way my admiration is rooted in the same quality for which I sometimes resent it, the same thing I don't have, but sometimes long for - the serene ease with which it waxes and wanes.
Maybe it was a mistake, having spent millennia counting our days by it, dreaming about it, worshiping it, wanting to eat it on the assumption it was made of cheese, to have finally landed on it. A bit of a letdown to find out its just a big rock, not unlike the ones you find in your garden. There is a fear that all the fun in life - the wonder, the magic, the spirit of it all - is all just in our minds, not real. That might be why we don't pay attention to the moon anymore. Disappointment is a harsh teacher. And that's probably our fault failing to appreciate it for what it really is, and not what we want it to be.
But it's gotta mean something that we have these imaginations that convince us there's something beyond material things. That's a survival advantage, apparently. That should be cause for hope.
SNOW GLOBE MOON
The moon’s mystique took a hit when it was landed upon by earthlings. Like a lot of things that were once just beyond our reach. I have changed my opinion on “exploration”. For explorations sake. It just seems the price is too high. Leave some things to stir the soul and imagination.
I'm glad I'm not the only one who feels like a snowglobe of fluids, being sloshed and jostled around. I often feel like I'm vainly trying to catalogue and organize all of my interior bits, grasping at the mysterious particulates swirling around me, trying very hard to get a good look at them, even one, before everything is (again) knocked sideways. Maybe I'm silly for it, but in spite of its trickster ways (and my sloshy insides and rigid exterior), I still find myself mesmerized by the moon's mysterious magic. Perhaps in some way my admiration is rooted in the same quality for which I sometimes resent it, the same thing I don't have, but sometimes long for - the serene ease with which it waxes and wanes.
Maybe it was a mistake, having spent millennia counting our days by it, dreaming about it, worshiping it, wanting to eat it on the assumption it was made of cheese, to have finally landed on it. A bit of a letdown to find out its just a big rock, not unlike the ones you find in your garden. There is a fear that all the fun in life - the wonder, the magic, the spirit of it all - is all just in our minds, not real. That might be why we don't pay attention to the moon anymore. Disappointment is a harsh teacher. And that's probably our fault failing to appreciate it for what it really is, and not what we want it to be.
But it's gotta mean something that we have these imaginations that convince us there's something beyond material things. That's a survival advantage, apparently. That should be cause for hope.
"Hey, play the Vampire Love Song" yelled someone at a show many moons ago. 😝
You got that Space Coast flu from living down the street from the moon, which is way too close. We all got it.
In a very familiar analogy to God>for me.
“snow globe of fluids, BREAK ME ALREADY”🥠
That tickles me