Full Moon, Supermoon

May’s Full Moon, which bloomed this past Saturday, was also a Supermoon, which occurs when the new moon or full moon is in alignment with the earth and sun, and the moon is also in its nearest approach to earth. It’s explained in far greater detail here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supermoon.

Our home was christened Full Moon Cottage on the night of May’s Full Moon in 1997, as we lay on a mattress placed on the living room floor of our new home. We couldn’t sleep for the brilliant light shining in. The acreage we’d just agreed to love and cherish for as long we lived here was aglow with shadows and shining blooms.

I love the moon like Monet loved his water lilies. It is round, feminine, holy, enchanted, stilling, comforting and cyclical, all qualities I value.

The Supermoon played hide-and-seek behind a thick cover of clouds, but she appeared for a time between 11:00 and midnight. I sat on the hill of our backyard, near the river, and befriended this one, mysterious and particular dance of the moon. The wind blew with a chilling intensity, but I stayed peacefully present in my friend’s company, and managed to get a few interesting pictures. I don’t have a tripod and it’s very hard, with my little, inexpensive hand-held camera, to get clear, steady shots, but the Moon graced me with a few serendipitous poses.

Here are  a few more of the love notes sent between us that night. I think she would be pleased with these memory-images…

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8 thoughts on “Full Moon, Supermoon

  1. Thank you, Lynn; I’d love to hear you sing it! Have you recorded nursery songs? I think the older ones, those that are “folk” songs, are so beautiful. My parents gave me a book when I was young called “Songs of Man” (Luboff/Stracke), and it has a few lullabies that are so lovely…thanks for visiting!

  2. Just beautiful! I’m not close enough to the ocean to get there quickly, but when I looked up on Sunday, the moon was so enchanting I wished that I could have been at the beach. The moon was a huge glowing pale orange-pinkish orb of inviting mystery. Tennyson’s poem came to mind:

    Or when the moon was overhead,
    Came two young lovers lately wed;
    “I am half-sick of shadows,” said
    The Lady of Shalott.

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