Waxing Crescent of the Wolf Moon
Friend and cyberwizard Bill Schimdt reminded me of a wonderful show the sky put on tonight to celebrate the New Year. The moon with Venus in its arms. This is the waxing Wolf Moon, a sliver facing up toward the east with Venus just above and centered over it. The moon has an immediate tug on my memories, often creating a flood tide of associations from Islam to nursery rhymes to Neil Armstrong and Jules Verne. It also fires my love of the night, creating a light in the darkness, a light that does not cause the darkness to flee, but makes it more accessible. And they say lunacy is a bad thing.
This new year’s I plan to celebrate in dreamland. My new habit of a 10:30 bedtime is too fragile to wreck watching Dick Clark’s face-lift as the ball descends in Time Square. Windy and -1 there. Ouch.
The new year comes this time with genuine opportunity for change, change that matters. I plan to be part of it and hope you do, too.
Sometimes I refer to our property as 7 oaks. This is a photograph of those seven oaks, white and red. They grow on a small hill, visible from where I write. They are a grove, a fine companion in all seasons.
-30- until 2009