A La Luna Ida Y Vuelta

I have a long distance romance with the Moon.

He constantly tells me he needs his space... (!)

And so I just admire from afar.

There is something very romantic about the witching hour to me. That time after midnight when the Moon is truly in its element, is when I really fall head over heals. The Moon's cultural impact and influence on our calendars, our language, our art, the tides and even women's cycles is enough to make a girl faint. Talk about power...

So, although the Moon may not come down for New Years to give me kisses at midnight, take me out to dinner on my birthday, or wine and dine me on anniversaries, I have an understanding that we've got the kind of energy which creates love. Call me a lunatic, but love does crazy things to people's brains sometimes.

The moon has a way of explaining things to me that nobody else ever has. This month he taught me that sometimes in life, the stars align a certain way, the universe tilts just so, and paths cross in just the perfect timing. It doesn't happen often, and I'm a firm believer that it doesn't happen to everyone, but when it does, it's like catching lightening in a bottle. Like "magic", so I was once told. There are certain circumstances in life and unexplainable connections that happen, that are so completely undeniable. Inconvenient or not.

Kurt Vonnegut once said: "We are here on Earth to fart around, and don't let anybody tell you different."

This is a false statement.

 You cannot snuff out your lightening and replace it with a fart hoping none to be the wiser. Earth is not for farting around. Earth is for farting a straight and specific path directly to your lightening, like it or not.

 I don't believe you can just go back to regularly scheduled programming once you've had a taste of that magic.

I do believe, however, that by trying to pretend it didn't happen, you're under the assumption that you're tricking the universe.

And you're not that smart. So stop it.

I'm getting off track here...

A blue moon, at least in the modern day sense, is whenever we're lucky enough to get 2 full moons in one month. The usual lunar cycle is 29.5(ish) days, which turns out to be an average of 12 full moons per year. (Even the word month derives from the word moon) But our solar calendar years have around 11 more days than our lunar. Those days accumulate every 2 to 3 years or so, and we get an extra. A bonus. A here-you-go-thanks-for-all-the-admiration-have-a-reward. Sort of like when a really great band puts on a free concert for their fans out of appreciation. At least that's what I like to think.

The moon really never turns blue during these magnificent encore showings, in fact the only time the moon really appears to turn a different hue is when there is a ton of smoke or ash in the atmosphere like after a giant volcano or enormous forest fire. Even then, actual visual blue moons have only been recorded in history a handful of times.

Anyway, we celebrated at our house last night with a couple of brewskies (shocker, I know) and I gave the moon a high five and said yes to its marriage proposal.

"Hold on to your divine blush, your innate rosy magic, or end up brown.
Once you're brown, you'll find out you're blue. As blue as indigo.
And you know what that means.
Indigo.
Indigoing.
Indigone."
~ Tom Robbins