Café Del Mar - Lux (Northern Lights)

So nice to come across something that gives one pause to take-in and digest, slip, slide and slurp around in your skull, seep through the empty spaces and penetrate the impermeable as you soak and bathe in the soothing, moving elements of the sky and earth.

Gibbous Moon

The moon popped up the other cloudy night. It looked like the illustration posted here. =>
Turns out it was on it's way to being full, you know like a full-figured individual. It was a roly-poly moon. The technical term is Gibbous moon. I get a kick out of being reminded of or taught something interesting. It's satisfying to learn one more thing, knowing all the while there remains a vast amount more to discover, explore, figure-out, discern, learn about and soak-up, like what a gibbous moon is. It waxes, grows everyday, gets bigger, shinier, fuller, like brand new love riding a massive, unstoppable wave in contrast to a waning moon that gets smaller daily, nightly like a cowboy who rides off in no hurry, into the sunset.

Ooh, the moon, what is this love affair I have with the moon? It's been going on for a long, long time. Ever since I can remember in fact, my heart wants to jump out of my chest at the sight of it's radiance. I can see, ever so gently, the aura emitted by this show-stopping planet, the soft distinctive glow is evident even during the day. That's right, I can, I do see it's soft, sweet translucent light intent on blanketing the atmosphere with the slightest, most delicate touch in all it's unusual yet familiar illumination. So perfect, persistant, a constant in my life with that fabulous bright-eyed look on it's face, a reflection of the sun as it showers it's light and shine.

Wow! What's not to love? What's not to be drawn to, delight in? With it's magnificence and undeniable presence since way beyond the past... a power to affect the earths ocean tides and currents. To those who can not resist nor deny the strength and influence... a particular restlessness is elicited among such earth's inhabitants, spurring unspeakable despair with it's mad, malevolent vibes frequently aimed at the world. This astronomical crown jewel in the heavens, what you do to me, to us through the ages...as you offer spiritual enlightenment, provoking profound thoughts, perplexing, mysterious, mind boggling as any matter that prompts one to wonder about, and ponder often.

Star Witness

< Nov 30 - So anyway, the way I remember it; Off in the wild blue and benevalent yonder, the constellatory strata from where I watch and wonder, the cool wintery air and sky dome transforms into powdery white, gray, black and blues. The crescent moon off in the low lying distant horizon, suspended in mid air like a trapese artist swinging, swaying with the greatest of ease. The other near by airialist anxiously awaiting their turn at the show. First the one, the only, the oppulant, valuptious, brilliant, bright glowing Goddess of love and beauty, Venus, to the upper left side of the thin moon. Also eager to be noticed, in close proximity, the big daddy of the skies and king of Roman Gods, Jupitar, almost as shiny and shimmery as the large and lovely, Venus. It is a conjunction made in heaven. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages...I give you; "The Greatest Show, off Earth!"

And if the one night of this heavenly hullabaloo wasn't enough... low and behold, the next evening finds another distant display of magic and brain bending brilliance in the sky. Of course it is earths perspective that makes this starry triad appear so close to one another. The svelt moon and ring master this Monday, the first night of December wears a frown as the magnificant starry stage is set, the cosmic characters take their places among the rest of the cast members, in their major and minor roles, assigned to all sides of the moon. All galactic entities within viewing range - the captive audience, stops to take in the aswesome twilight show as the night slowly closes in on another day. - Dec. 1 >

The moving moon went up the sky And no where did abide

Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge