Blue Moon, you saw me standing
alone ...
Once
every three or four years when the planets align and the mood is just right,
there is this anomaly called a blue moon. Even though the moon is not
necessarily blue it is most beautiful and bountiful, and big.
Perhaps
the thing to remember about a blue moon is that it is indeed rather rare. It
gives us a second chance to howl and dance, and dream.
When ever
I see a full moon it fills me with anxiety and a lust for life for sure. It
makes my heart race and my blood boil. Could it be that we are connected
somehow to this I primordial presence and bound by its gravitational tug and
pull?
As I
stand on my terrace tonight and bask in its lunar glow, I can't help but
remember other full moons in other times and places. Full moons in Paris and
Portugal. Blue moons in Rio and Rome, and many other occurrences from San
Francisco to Miami more. Each and every time this luminary appears there is
magic surrounding it and I stand in awe of it.
If there
is a universal deity than the moon must be its other, for as the stars in the
firmament concur there could not be another ...
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