The reason and purpose behind why we find ourselves anywhere at any given time is often a matter of chance. Fate if you will. Karma. Kismet. Possibly even influenced by the gods if you are so inclined to believe. How the moon and stars are aligned. The universe does speak to us and sometimes loudly…
From the mountains to the ocean, I happily found myself walking along the beach early last evening with the midday heat still holding humidly on. The view familiar. My spirit felt the rumblings of being temporarily renewed. The late day light exquisitely bounced off the tidal pools like skipping stones. Hermit crabs scurried. Flurries of mud minnows raced my footsteps. Seagulls majestically poised and in position along the coast of New England. Seawalls at the ready while begging to be climbed. Not even a razor clam seemed frenzied by the threat of a pending hurricane. All seemed as it naturally should on Cape Cod until…
Rain tapped on the skylights. Leaves of the surrounding trees brushed against the house at 5 a.m. this Sunday morning. Hurricane Henri had moved further east overnight. Humbling. The sound of coffee brewing offered comfort while the local weather forecast did not. Sustained winds. Power outages. Rain. Thunder and lightning. Ocean swells. The “right side” of the hurricane felt wrong as I hung on every meteorological word. Uneasiness in the unpredictability of dramatic natural occurrences replaced my photographically captured picturesque moments of last evening.
A quick walk to the beach midmorning was guided by the sun as it made an unexpected and brief appearance. Purplish-blue sea grapes with red vines visually interrupted the umber gray mood of the day. A large ochre speckled stone sat on the earth along the path with the words “dog crossing” painted on top of it. A smile stretched across my worried face. The last wooden stair offered a resting spot for me to make acquaintances with Hurricane Henri Act 1. A 20-foot Boston Whaler rhythmically rocked in the ocean as if to be keeping time as we waited for the full force of the storm to arrive in the coming hours. Hours earlier it sat awkwardly perched on the sand as the tide was merely a distant image. Hoping the swing of Mother Nature’s pendulum will be but a transient imprint in the sand…
A rare Blue Moon rises tonight. The Sturgeon Moon. The third full moon in a season, our summer season.
“The first recorded use of ‘Blue Moon’ in English dates from 1528,” NASA’s Gordon Johnston wrote in the full moon guide for August and September. “Speculations on the origin of the term include an old English phrase that means ‘betrayer moon’ or a reference to rare events, such as when dust in the atmosphere makes the moon actually appear blue. Since the 1940’s the term Blue Moon has also been used for the second full moon in a month that has two full moons.”
https://www.space.com/rare-blue-moon-august-2021-rises-tonight
“Betrayer moon.”
“A reference to rare events”
Enough said…
“If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they’d immediately go out.” William Blake 
