Lughnasa\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Full Harvest Moon<\/p>\n
What a beauty!\u00a0 This moon blazes its soft light, a gentle luminosity, inviting us to look.\u00a0 It does not make us turn away or shade our eyes, no, this moon says come on, look at me!\u00a0 That big planet Jupiter puts a sparkle in the sky at about 4 0’clock beneath the harvest moon, for me and my gal.<\/p>\n
Right now I wonder why I\u00a0\u00a0 would ever do anything more than write about woodpeckers and the moon.\u00a0 They require no historical research, no elaborate mental gymnastics.\u00a0 They are.\u00a0 Woodpecker.\u00a0 Moon.\u00a0 As I experience them, they have no past and no future.\u00a0 There is the woodpecker and the moon.<\/p>\n
They are part of my world and I part of theirs.\u00a0 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.\u00a0 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.\u00a0 A wonder.\u00a0 A true and unmediated miracle.<\/p>\n
This would be a good time for Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Lughnasa\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Full Harvest Moon What a beauty!\u00a0 This moon blazes its soft light, a gentle luminosity, inviting us to look.\u00a0 It does not make us turn away or shade our eyes, no, this moon says come on, look at me!\u00a0 That big planet Jupiter puts a sparkle in the sky at about 4 0’clock beneath … Continue reading Look. In the Sky. It’s A Woodpecker. And a Moon!<\/span>