Pardon me for noticing, but people seem very concerned about appearances.
Pardon the appearance of two signs of that in today’s blog.
Are there appearances of anything that need pardoning there?
Pardon me for this: When I’m not at my best, I often want to be pardoned for my appearance.
Please pardon the appearance of the ten pounds I’ve gained since my heart surgery in September.
Pardon the appearance, here, of Judd Apatow‘s explanation for recent weight gain:
“It’s very hard to lose weight in the Trump era, I’m trying so hard to have it not turn into 30 pounds. I think it tests our ability to not want to numb out. There’s so many things that are hard to hear every day that you do want to have some Oreos. Like people say, what do you invest in during the Trump era? I feel like, Hostess Cakes. Most of us are just scared and eating ice cream.”
Pardon the appearance of other photos I took yesterday.
Pardon the appearance of one more photo to express my gratitude to all who have appeared in this post today and to you — of course! — no matter what your appearance, here and now.
I am flattered by the full expectation. I had not planned to join in, because I see myself as neither a poet nor a photographer. But I guess I’ll revisit that.
Write to your loved ones. Write to your friends. Write to the moon. Write to a memory. Post a poem on WordPress or Twitter on Wednesday night, October 8th, anytime between the rising and setting of the moon, and tag it FullMoonSocial2014, and let’s spend the night looking at the same moon and the same freshly minted poems, and celebrate our passion for poetry, our loves and losses, and of course, the one constant thing and what poet Mary Reufle identified as the first lyric poem–the moon.
How wonderful to be so gloriously included. Really, how could I refuse?
So I’m tabling my own expectations about today’s post. I mean, there are always bills to pay, right? And I’m changing this post’s musical offering to a different Sting song:
I realize that Jeff’s instructions — regarding posting times for his Full Moon Social — don’t match how I prefer to schedule my posts. While I may write, sometimes, accompanied by Sister Moon, I almost always post with Sister Sun.
Since I do like to follow rules and meet people’s expectations, this might have posed a real dilemma for me.
Man on Wire is a 2008 British documentary film directed by James Marsh. The film chronicles Philippe Petit’s 1974 high-wire walk between the Twin Towers of New York’s World Trade Center. It is based on Philippe Petit’s book, To Reach the Clouds, recently released in paperback with the new title Man on Wire. The title of the movie is taken from the police report that led to the arrest (and later release) of Petit, whose performance had lasted for almost one hour. The film is crafted like a heist film, presenting rare footage of the preparations for the event and still photographs of the walk, alongside re-enactments (with Paul McGill as the young Petit) and present-day interviews with the participants.
If Philippe Petit — the man who wire-walked between NYC’s twin towers in 1974 — could break the rules so gloriously, why, oh why, can’t I?
Before I ventured out this this morning with the lunar mission on my mind, Michael said to me:
It’s lucky, isn’t it, that so many things rhyme with “moon”?
Even if Jeff hadn’t invited me to the Full Moon Social, I probably would have gone looking for the moon this morning, because
A “blood moon” captured on the night of Jan. 20, 2000.
Fred Espenak/NASA
This is what I captured, around 6 AM, when, like Diana, I went hunting for the not-in-June moon:
Actually, those last two photos are the only ones where I MAY have captured a hint of the lunar magic that was out there. Those two images show the only illuminated break in the clouds that I could see, as I looked up, all around.
Past experiences (see here) may tell me that I can suck at finding amazing moons that are out there, for others to see. However, I soon decided that I had done my best, this morning.
When I went back in, I spotted these:
Phew! Finally, I can classify this post as a poem for Jeff’s Full Moon Social, since (at least) one of those things rhymes with “moon.”
At 6:30 AM — the reported height of lunar eclipse viewing this morning — I did venture out, one more time:
… and saw this when I ventured back in:
You know what? There’s nothing like the moon.
Thanks to Jeff, Sting, Herbie Hancock, Pierre Petit, James Marsh, Fred Espenak (for the Blood Moon Eclipse photo), people who pursue the moon (and other beautiful things), and to you — of course! — for bringing your sun and your moon here, today.
This post is dedicated to my old friend, Peter, who helped me let go of anxiety while packing for a trip.
I’m getting ready to go to beautiful Provincetown, MA for the weekend.
I’ve been looking forward to spending some quality time with my sister and her spouse.
I wanted to write a short blog post this morning, because I’m eager to get on the road!
So I’m going to finish getting ready, and have trust that, before I leave, I’ll know how to finish this post.
See you in little while …….
Wait! It would actually help me to play some music while I’m getting ready.
Let’s see what tune comes up in a game of Spotify Shuffle-Play Roulette:
Here it is!
MUSICAL INTERLUDE:
I’m baaaaaaack!!!
I’ve made several decisions about how to start out on this journey.
I’ve been gentle with myself at each decision point, and having faith in my ability to choose wisely. (Also, letting go of the idea that there is One Right Way to Decide.)
Sooooo …. while usually I feel some anxiety and second-guess myself while preparing for a trip, (that’s probably why I procrastinate packing) ….. right now, I am at peace, in the moment, and looking forward to spending the weekend with my sister and her spouse, in a beautiful location.