Moondance

Well, it's a marvelous night for a Moondance

nice storm last week!

and I am seeing more and more Monarch butterflies...last week a few, then hundreds by my window, dancing with the falling leaves, and more down by the marsh...it's wonderful to see

Did Columbus sail the ocean blue in 1492? how should I know

but once, I headed up to Pendola hot springs one warm windy night in my old VW, the full moon shining bright...an owl flew in my window and landed between the door and my seat...startled, I pulled over, got my little green military shovel and coaxed it out...the big yellow eyes looked at me and it flew away

"Nature spoke constantly to Native Americans and they lived by its pulse and power, its cadence and dominion. The moon—the full moon—was a lyrical beacon of the natural order of things, a marker of time, and of the seasons of the year during which the First People held their big hunts, speared sturgeon, picked wild fruit, harvested corn, cached for winter, and hoped for spring. The moon, the sun, the seasons, were their clocks, the keepers of time."

I've always loved the relationship between the moon and Indigenous People...

the Cree call the October moon the Migrating Moon...

and so shall I