Ask the world to reveal its quietude —
not the silence of machines when they are still,
but the true quiet by which birdsongs,
trees, bellworts, snails, clouds, storms
become what they are, and are nothing else.
~ Wendell Berry
Did you have a chance to see the moon last night? They say it was a Super Moon, but there are scientists (Neil deGrasse Tyson among them) who don’t get too super excited about a Super Moon because, they say, it isn’t that much bigger than a non-Super Moon. (Tyson tweeted: “If last month’s Full Moon were a 16.0 inch pizza, then this month’s “Super” Moon would be 16.1 inches. I’m just saying.” ~@neiltyson)
I think the moon is always beautiful, no matter the phase or how super it might be. Last night’s moon was no exception.
December’s moon is known as the Cold Moon (Celtic), the Bitter Moon (Chinese), the Snow Moon (American Indian — Cherokee), and the Oak Moon (English Medieval). I once spent a year naming the full moons for myself based on where I was in life (where I was living, what the weather was like, etc.). It’s an interesting practice. Have you ever tried it?
I think I would name this moon the Deer Moon after Little Doe and her twins. Or maybe the Bare Tree Moon in honor of the trees who are now showing their skeletons.
We were lucky last night. After a mostly cloudy day, the sky cleared just before sunset. I walked out to the dock to watch the sunset and found myself more captivated by the way the light was dancing across the forest floor than I was with the sky.
The Cold Moon did not arrive here on a particularly cold night. It was a little chilly, but nothing like you might expect in December. The temperature did eventually drop and we woke up to frost this morning. It was not the first frost of the season. Perhaps the fifth or sixth. There was also a good deal of fogginess to go with the frost. I love the combination of frost and fog. There is something magical about it.
The morning fog softened the light of the moon just the slightest bit and created a lovely glow around it. Sunrise painted the clouds to the east. I’m not sure what you would call this color:
Once again, I found my eyes drawn towards the ground to see the light playing on the leaves and grasses.
I went out to the Point to watch the moon set. Alas, heavy clouds had moved in and there was little to see. The fog hid the horizon where water and sky meet, and they blended into each other.
After a little while, hints of land began to appear. The familiar looks unfamiliar in the fog, and I wondered if new islands had washed in with the tide and mist.
It was, of course, the same beach with the same islands, something that became more evident as the fog dissipated. Not that I truly expected something different, but my imagination does like to play on foggy mornings.
Back at the ranch, I wandered through the frosty meadows…
… arriving at the pond in time to see sunbeams shoot through the fog.
There was so much magic to see this morning and I’d love to share it all, but I’ve taken up enough of your time with this long post. Thank you so much for meandering with me today. Sunset might be interesting this evening. There is much needed rain on the way, but it’s not expected until tomorrow. Today’s clouds ahead of it might help the sun put on a colorful show. Let’s head to the Point and see what we can see. Sunset is scheduled for 4:44 PM. Even if the clouds gather too heavily for us to see the sunset, we’ll at least get in a walk on the beach and maybe see the Bald Eagles that like to hang out that way.
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be. 🙂
A few of the 10,000 reasons to be happy: 456) Skyping with the Little Wookie early this morning. He is too cute for words. 457) Little Wookie’s parents for all they do to keep us involved in their lives. 458) Frosty, foggy mornings. 459) The way the sunlight sparkles on the frost. 460) Seeing Little Doe and her twins in the woods this morning. It’s the first time I’ve seen them in the woods. Usually they’re out strolling around the front yard and meadows.