The night of the recent “Super Moon”, May 5, 2012 (Cinco de Mayo), was the evening we experienced the Holy Uff Da Storm. Consequently, viewing sites in Fergus Falls were nil and we didn’t get our desired sighting on the designated day of the event. A few days later, however, I snapped the still lovely lunar light with my little Nikon Coolpix. The moon was appropriately hanging around my meditation tree.
And blue. “Once in a blue moon” means something like “hardly ever” and the “special-ness of the Super Moon means that the full moon occurs at the same time when the moon is closest to the earth. Also called perigee in science-speak.
Much later in the night, after moving from east to west, it woke me from a sound sleep by beaming through my bedroom window.
Is it true, I wonder, that more crimes are committed, more hospital admissions noted, more strange behavior resulting in lunacy happens under the pull and influence of the moon? I know it makes me restive when it’s full in the night and I end up tossing and turning, unable to still my mind.
Hanging above my desk is a copy of the Arthur Rackham illustration, “Faeries Away!” showing forest spirits wooshing through the trees past a crescent moon. Shakespeare used the moon in Midsummer’s Night’s Dream as a luminous, passive watcher whose power, at the same time, intoxicated and incited and enchanted.
Whatever it’s pull, I’m a sucker for it’s magic.