Lughnasa Full Harvest Moon
What a beauty! This moon blazes its soft light, a gentle luminosity, inviting us to look. It does not make us turn away or shade our eyes, no, this moon says come on, look at me! That big planet Jupiter puts a sparkle in the sky at about 4 0’clock beneath the harvest moon, for me and my gal.
Right now I wonder why I would ever do anything more than write about woodpeckers and the moon. They require no historical research, no elaborate mental gymnastics. They are. Woodpecker. Moon. As I experience them, they have no past and no future. There is the woodpecker and the moon.
They are part of my world and I part of theirs. I’m more aware of them (I imagine.) than they are of me, but it does not matter because there is me, the woodpecker and the moon. We three, a trio of quite different entities, all unique and occupying a never again to be occupied spot in the vast web of spacetime. A wonder. A true and unmediated miracle.
This would be a good time for Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah.