Blue Moon Bliss

Blue Moon in August

It was a blue moon last night and standing in the middle of the grass in the back garden, I was mesmerised by the light of Augusts second full moon, seeping through the drifting clouds of night. Between the clouds were patches of star stitched sky, pools of indigo ink glittering with points of shimmering light. The air was warm and still, and I was held with time suspended as though in a spell, by the ocean of night spread out above, while my toes curled into the soft damp carpet of grass beneath.They anchored me firmly to the earth while it spun through the wild unknown expanses of space beyond.

The photo does no justice to the beauty I stood under, as I have yet to work out how to take a good photo of the night sky 🙂 It is such a feeling of freedom for me when I gaze up into the stars,  and the infinite fathoms of space which tumble away into the distace universe. It gives me a sense of my place, balanced somewhat precariously on the edge of a spinning planet, and of my significance, somewhere close to insignificant in this grand scheme.

Allowing an acceptance of my own insignificance is a surprisingly joyful revelation. It releases me from the sense of duty and purpose, which were placed heavily on my tiny childhood shoulders, long ago. If I am this small, perhaps its alright just to be for a little while, and to let the world take care of itself. Perhaps it will keep spinning without my constant attentions and worries.

And amazingly that is precisely what happens, life rolls on along with our planet, even when I let go. I can breathe out and release myself into this sea of stars, and be bathed in moonbeams….and even if it is only once in a blue moon, its a start at least:-)

We are lucky in Scotland as we are home to some of the darkest skies in Europe, which means we can see many more stars in the sky. There is even a Dark Sky Park about an hour from my home, which I hope to visit soon, perhaps in October when the Orionids meteor shower is in flow. This poem is by one of my favorite poets…..

Moon and Water
I wake and spend
the last hours
of darkness
with  no one
but the moon.
She listens
to my complaints
like the good
companion she is
and comforts me surely
with her light.
But she, like everyone,
has her own life.
So finally I understand
that she has turned away,
is no longer listening.
She wants me
to refold myself
into my own life.
And, bending close,
as we all dream of doing,
she rows with her white arms
through the dark water
which she adores
By Mary Oliver

About greenmackenzie

Hi, I'm Seonaid, and I share my home on the shores of Loch Ness deep in the Scottish Highlands with my husband, my son and a couple of dogs. I love art which is here now and gone food and nature...but also have a passion for vintage and the ancient past! Nature is my favourite muse, with her wild ever shifting seasons. I have been using and teaching mindfulness and relaxation for over 12 years, and have yet to become any sort of expert :-) I'm a Psychotherapist and Cancer Support Specialist in Maggies Highlands
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2 Responses to Blue Moon Bliss

  1. Thanks for reading, and for being tempted to be mindful 🙂 its lovely to know that my writing has touched you.

  2. Deborah - d.mooncrab says:

    That is one beautiful picture of the blue moon. I never thought of it much to pay attention but now I am tempted. Your thoughts too is beautiful. I love this piece!

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