Worthy Illusions; Neptune’s Never-Ending Dance

Metaphorcast 9/13-19, 2021

Listen to this episode here.

It is said that all rivers flow to the sea, but what about those rivers of thought that run through each person’s mind.  Do they also flow to the sea?  Some place that one would rather be?  A world that is ideal, a place of dreams?

When was the last time you said the words “there is no place I’d rather be?”.  What beautiful illusion surrounded you then?

This week Neptune, the planet of dreams and illusion will not only be the closest to earth this year, the Blue Giant will also be fully illuminated by the Sun.  Though it will be but a small blue dot in all but the most powerful of telescopes the fact remains, bright and beautiful illusions are within reach.

Now don’t go thinking I’m talking of flat trickery.  The Mona Lisa is an illusion, its fake would be a delusion.  Illusions are the arts, the beauty in life that points towards the divine, the places where creativity is breathed back into existence.  Cast aside those delusions, those fakes, those things that cheapen the reality of true illusion.  

True illusion expands hope and creates a kind of inner buoyancy.  True illusion finds you on a sunny day in a garden as a kind of veil seems to be lifted to reveal a new layer of crisp beauty.  Delusion on the other hand throws up more veils and narrows the view.  Somewhere beyond the sea, the real me spots a liar.  

Mark Twain said “Don’t part with your illusions.  When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.”

Einstein himself called reality a very persistent illusion.  

The question becomes, which illusions are worth your time?  Which illusions do you bond to as tightly as sodium might bond to chlorine?  Which places or ideas in your mind stir an electricity that sparks action at the most intimate and quantum level?  There is nothing delusionary about a sequence so sacred as this.  

Mars, the planet of action, moves into artistic Libra on Tuesday, the same day that the fully illuminated Neptune will reach its closest proximity to earth.  Art in action at the height of illusion!  Bob Dylan said that “art is a never-ending dance of illusions”.  The stage is set for an epic performance!

It is art, with its never-ending dance of illusions which ultimately gives order to the chaos of existence, just as science does to the natural world.  

Never delude yourself into ignoring your most worthy illusions.  

Beautiful dreamers, 

Happy astro pondering

Timing is Everything; Virgo’s Magic

Metaphorcast for 9/6-12, 2021

Listen to this episode here

Labor Day comes this year on a New Moon in Virgo, a sign that like no other, knows the magic of timing.

If it weren’t for timing, no one would have ever figured out how to grow things from the ground.  Plant seeds at the wrong time and nothing will happen, harvest at the wrong time and the bounty is lost.  Through her diligent observation of nature’s timing, Virgo flourishes alongside her craft.  

Some say that timing is everything.  Miles Davis famously said, “Timing isn’t the main thing.  It’s the only thing.”  Some credit their success to being in the right place at the right time.  

One thing is for sure: nature has certain right times and right places.  What is also true is that human nature has the right times and places as well.

Rightness is embedded in our very anatomy, as feelings inform our moral reasoning.  It has been said that Pythagoras believed the entire cosmos to be constructed of right triangles.  

Time is cumulative, like character, like meaning.  It builds upon itself, like good music.  Just as a crowd can’t help but join in on the chorus, sometimes a time becomes so ripe that one can’t help but join in on its promptings, sing along, jump into a strong moving current, do that thing that your nature is screaming at you to do.  

Everyone longs for those right moments, when the stars align and things go right.  As a matter of fact, on Labor Day 6 planets will be in trine aspect, an aspect that favors easiness, smoothness, even luck!

Virgo has another key to the puzzle, however. In her natural humility she does what is so often forgotten to be done.  She listens.  Just like the original farmers listening to the land, she listens to what her surroundings are relaying to her own nature.  The right angles of the cosmos are the right angles of her body’s feedback.  The sphere of her surroundings include the cosmos.  The growing circle of her timing, which may also be called a spiral, includes what Emerson called “the cumulative force of a whole life’s cultivation.”

It’s not so much that she prays for luck, or right timing, but rather she enjoys a certain interplay; between the motions of her surroundings and how they speak to the motions of her inner life.  Her dance partner is the arena of life.  Her own control comes with her dominions over time.  She makes a humble pledge to cultivate timing, and thus cultivate her life, her character.

Timing is alive in the present which is beyond description. 

Timing is at your disposal at any moment.  Pause even a word in a sentence and you can  change a whole meaning, as any actor or comedian knows.  

There is power in timing, but it won’t come without listening.  True power is relational not dominating.  True power comes with listening as much as acting.

By Friday Venus will move into Scorpio where she will travel until October 7th.  Venus relates and in Scorpio she relates with power.  Use the gifts of this Virgo New Moon, and remember the power of timing.  A power that comes with listening- to the promptings of your surroundings as much as the promptings of your mysterious nature.  

If timing is everything then you must be timing too!  

From one timing to another,

Happy astro pondering   

Always You; Virgo and Cyclic Time

Metaphorcast for 8/23-29

Listen to this episode here

It is the first week of the new Season, as we shift from the bright and definite world of Leo light to the chiaroscuro of earth-magic Virgo.  The original “green thumb” of the zodiac, Virgo plays with earth and sky.  She blends the depth of deep earthly substances with the instant expanse of light, revealing the miracle of growth and the beginning of evolution. 

She holds bushels of wheat and corn, plants that reach straight up to the day of sun.  With her gift of contemplation she strives to be plant-like, always reaching for the light of new meanings, bringing them back to the deep dark roots of past experiences.  The Virgin birth is the shimmering texture of the present, cultivated by this union of light and dark. 

Virgo has a special relationship to memory.  With special pieces of texture, like that dress she wore, or the way the sun was setting, or that cold snap in the air, meanings sprout up like crops from the deep earth of the past.  Her garden extends from past to future but it only exists in the illuminated texture of the present.  

For Virgo, time moves in cycles.  It folds in on itself producing a Virgin birth of meaning.  Like a fibonacci pattern, this kind of time makes meaning grow in spiral form.  Extending outward from seemingly infinitesimal roots of self-similar experiences.  It was always you there, in those different places, at those different moments, always you.

Experiences shape who you are in order for you to shape future experience, in order for you to find a frequency worth cultivating.  

What texture does your present have now?  Can you hear its signature frequency?  Would you like to change it?  

You may have to roll up your sleeves and take it to the field, so to speak; a place where the deep substance of soul can meet the broad expanse of light.  A place where memories work unconsciously to mold ideas out of the mysteries of inspiration. 

This place might be an actual place.  Your “field” might be your backyard, your stairwell, your kitchen at dusk.  For who knows what reason,  this place puts you in an optimum balance of blending deep substance with the broad expanse.  Inspiration becomes real and reality becomes inspiring.  

Your “field” might also be an activity, like yoga, reading, playing music or sports.  The field may take many shapes.  Most importantly It  is and always has been yours.  Visiting it and cultivating it seems to bring back magic to your fingertips.  

As Voltaire famously said “you must cultivate your own garden.”

Happy cultivating and as always, happy astro pondering!

https://www.happyastropondering.com/

Special Things; Blessed Be a Blue Moon

Metaphorcast for 8/16-22

Listen to this episode here

Many of us likely remember last year’s Halloween Full Moon.  It was a Blue Moon, the second of the month, and Mars was right nearby blazing its red fire.  

Maybe you remember where you were, and even who you were when your eyes met these wondrous sky events.  Were you a werewolf taking a breather on a back porch?  A unicorn handing out chocolates from your doorstep?  Reaching back into this memory it becomes clear how this unique event (a special moon on a special night) became a part of you.

It is the last week of Leo Season and there is another Blue Moon headed our way, on Sunday August 22, the same day that the Season will shift into Virgo.  This Blue Moon is of a different kind than last year’s; it is a Seasonal Blue Moon, the third full moon in a Season of 4 full moons.  A Season (from equinox to solstice) usually has 3 full moons.  But just like clovers, sometimes there is a 4th, making it special, unusual, set apart from the norm.

Think back again, do you have any memories of finding a four leaf clover?  Or seeing a shooting star?  A ball of lightning?  A double rainbow?  You likely, once again remember where you were, and also, in a sense, who you were.  Maybe not as clear cut a memory as a werewolf taking a breather on a back porch, but something is most likely still preserved of your surroundings and your inner life at that moment.  

This is how humans are all natural artists.  Special things and events that are set apart from the norm, somehow trigger us to become a part of them.  

A special day is set apart from the calendar year, so we can choose to be a part of it by cooking a big feast and hanging mistletoes.

In stories a special thing is searched for, be it a grail, a blue flower or a ring with magic powers.  That special thing, set apart from the norm, becomes a part of the hero the minute he embarks on the quest. 

At the beginning of this week Venus will go into Libra, the artist, the one who seeks to be a part of those special things that are set apart from the norm.

Picasso was born when Venus was travelling through Libra.  He famously said “Every child is an artist.  The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.”

Children have no trouble spotting those special things set apart from the norm.  Most things are special in fact, and the norm is but a vague abstraction.  For children, most things are special enough to want to be a part of, most things are interesting enough to join in on the fun; a stick, a pile of leaves, a bouncing ball, a sign post.  

As adults it becomes harder to get enthusiastic about these things and for good reason.  Our sense of significance, just like our bodies, has grown.  It reaches and reaches and continues to reach.  A satisfying feeling of meaning now needs more space- more width- a wider field to establish more and more relations.  We only encounter problems when we forget to reach.

Lucky for us both seasonal and calendar blue moons find us every 2 or 3 years, not to mention holidays, regular full moons, birthdays and rainbows.  Blessed be these special things, set apart from the norm, triggering the artist that lives deep inside all of human nature, to join in on the fun and be a part of it.

As always, happy astro pondering!   

https://www.happyastropondering.com/

Something Bigger; Perseus and the Perseids

Metaphorcast for 8/9-15, 2021

Listen to this episode here

Leave it to the Leo new moon that came Sunday to set this week’s stage for optimal drama.  As the sky darkens, just like lights in a theater, the curtains lift to reveal a wondrous sight.  The annual Perseid Meteor shower, with its peak activity on Thursday and Friday, August 12th and 13th.

Perhaps the most well-known meteor shower of the Northern Hemisphere, the Perseids will radiate out of the constellation of Perseus, the Greek hero, best known for his slaying of Medusa.  

If you get the chance to see these radiant lights one of these nights (and after midnight is best with the widest amount of sky), keep in mind that what you are seeing is but a trail of something much much bigger.

Once deemed “the single most dangerous object known to humanity”, the comet Swift-Tuttle is what is known as the parent body of the Perseid meteor shower.  This comet has an orbit of 133 years around the sun, and it makes repeated close approaches to our Earth-Moon system.  Comet Swift-Tuttle made an appearance in our night sky in 1992, and is slated to make another in 2126.  The beautiful golden shower that we witness each year in these dog days of summer is but this comet’s debris.  As we ‘eat it’s dust’, so to speak, we also have the dignified pleasure of observing something radiant.  Something that for a moment, reminds us in so many ways of something bigger.

Joseph Campbell’s definition of a hero is “someone who has given his or her life to something bigger than oneself.”

The stars above are reminders of a vast world of light, one that endures beyond the day of sun and the night of moon.  To behold a meteor shower against a dark summer night sky is to go beyond the world of day and night, beyond the mind and its tendency to break things into smaller pieces.  

Perseus is a hero who seeks to go beyond the mind’s limits, in search of something bigger.  

In his book, The Reflexive Universe, cosmologist Arthur M Young points out that Perseus’ slaying of Medusa exemplifies the trap of mind.  Medusa’s hair of snakes shows the powers of mind.  Her effect on turning people to stone is the effect of the mind as it objectifies things and makes them inert.  To deal with this problem, Perseus meets her gaze in a mirror, which is another symbol of mind as it is one step removed from the immediacy of experience.  With this ‘distance’ he is able to slay her.  In doing this he proves that “mind is the slayer of the real” and “only the mind can slay the slayer” as the Zen teachings put it.  

Mind slays the real by turning it into stone, objectifying non-objectifiable things like magnitude, beauty and truth.  The universe may be measurable, but the magnitude that it points to is beyond measure.  It is only our Medusa-within that could render such a space into stone.  But if we, like Perseus, can use our own minds to slay such a deadening tendency, we may be lucky enough to witness and experience something bigger.  

Happy star-gazing, remember to give your eyes at least 20 minutes to adjust to the light.  The best hours of viewing will be from midnight to dawn.

As always, happy astro pondering.

https://www.happyastropondering.com/

The Only Certainty That Exists; Erich Fromm

Metaphorcast 8/2-8, 2021

Listen to this episode here

Have you ever thought about to what extent your doubts color your attitude towards life?  Or for that matter your faith?  

In his book Man For Himself, psychologist Erich Fromm makes a distinction between different kinds of doubt and faith: the rational kind and the irrational kind.

Irrational doubt iis tied to an uneasy feeling that “nothing is certain.”  For some it is an attitude of indifference, for others it is more compulsive.  Rational doubt on the other hand is how children learn to think for themselves, and how adults go on to further develop their personality.

Rational doubt is essential to modern thought, and all the discoveries that have contributed to what we know now.

Irrational faith, he says, is “rooted in the submission to a power”.  This type of faith has made a muck of many things, from witch hunts to the Inquisition.  It is easy to see why this is not a good idea.

Perhaps less easy, however, is to see the value of embracing a “rational faith”; a faith that is rooted in one’s own experience and in “the confidence of one’s own power of thought, judgement and observation.”    

Whereas irrational doubt gives a vague sense of nothing being certain, and irrational faith strips one’s power away, rational faith restores power by providing the only certainty that exists. 

Any guesses for what you think Fromm’s definition of “the only certainty that exists” is?

Remember this certainty is based on the powers that come from within, and a dedication to rationality.

Ok so here it is:  the only certainty that exists is the certainty growing from productive activity.

For Fromm, the basis of rational faith is productiveness, and to live by faith is to live productively.  In this way, we connect to our true powers and find certainty.

These are real powers; powers of reason, love, strength and potential.  In embracing meaningful and productive activity you can count on the certainty of your own growth, the certainty of your own powers.  There’s no denying them just as there is no denying the productive activity of an apple tree making apples.  

Henry Miller said that “the goal of life is not to possess power but to radiate it.”

Happy radiant Leo Season and remember: when in doubt, stay productive to revive your faith and keep in touch with the certainty of your own powers.

As always, 

Happy astro pondering!

https://www.happyastropondering.com/

The Shortest Question in the World and the Gift of Apollo

Metaphorcast for 7/26-8/1

Listen to this episode here

Any parent with a child over three is very familiar with the world’s shortest question: “why?”

As Mercury moves into Leo this week, we shall ponder the mind of the child.  Why?  Because they see things from a very special place.  

Antoine de Saint-Exupery was born when Mercury was in Leo.  His classic, The Little Prince deals largely with the nature of grown-ups, and their inability to perceive “important things”.  The narration comes from a pilot whose aircraft has crashed in the Sahara.  He meets a little boy with  “golden curls’”’ and a “loveable laugh” who asks questions again and again until they are answered.  Saint-Exupery draws much from his experience.  An aircraft pilot himself, he also crashed in the Sahara and nearly died of dehydration.  As a young boy he was nicknamed “The Sun King” because of his golden curls.  When in the Sahara he saw a desert sand fox who likely inspired the character who delivers the key moral message to the story: “Important things can only be seen with the heart, not the eyes.”

Perspective of distance makes the eye the center of one’s world.   Seeing with the heart seems to imply a different kind of perspective;  one that puts the heart, not the eye, at the center.  A perspective where the truly essential stands out; a world of essences.

Perhaps even more importantly, seeing with the heart implies a spirited energy to attempt to better know one’s world, and one’s place in it; an attempt to connect experience with what you see.

This is something that children seem born to do.

In a fabulous 4 part series from 1972, art critic John Berger sits around with some children, all around the age of 10.  He shows them a painting by Caravaggio which depicts an androgenous figure that looks a bit like Jesus in the center.  In the group, nearly all the boys thought this figure was a man and nearly all the girls thought the figure to be a woman.  He says this is because children look at images and connect them “directly with their own experiences.”

The perception of adults, in contrast, is “less spontaneous than we tend to believe” as a “large part of it depends on habit and convention.”

In Plato’s Symposium, it was habit and convention that caused people to call the young Apollodorus “crazed”, because he devoted himself so wholeheartedly to Socrates and to philosophy.  The enthusiastic youth went about saying he was “happy beyond all measure” as long as he could talk or listen to philosophy.  When Socrates drank the hemlock, Apollodorus was the only one present who burst into tears, a detail which suggested this character might represent Plato himself.  

Habit and convention has made a mess of these adults who see Apollodorus as foolish. They are blind to the most basic vision; that of the heart. 

The name Apollodorus may serve as another clue to heart-vision.  Above the Greek God Apollo’s Temple of Delphi read the words “Know Thyself”, and “dorus” is Greek for “gift”.   The name Apollodorus may point to a spirited gift of asking “why” in order to gain more and more perspective and truly know oneself and the surrounding world.

The child’s “why” reveals a world beyond the trees, beyond the country, beyond the sea, beyond the sky.  With each “why” a wider perspective is gained.  At the same time, a  deeper and more intimate understanding of one’s place in the world comes as the heart gets more and more centered.  And because the world stretches beyond our planet and in many ways, beyond the realm answerable by science, not to mention the infinite inner realities of feelings and dreams, the shortest question in the world will never be answered in full.

Finally, as these stories tell us, heart vision is what the artist uses to turn experience into poetry.  

Each story, painting, song, discovery and poem added to the world waits for the right hungry heart to use it and gain perspective.  

As Carl Sagan said, “The cosmos is within us.  We are made of star-stuff.  We are a way for the universe to know itself.”

The next time you hear a child ask why, think of the gift of Apollo, and see if you can feel the distant stars within searching for an answer. 

As always, happy astro pondering!

https://www.happyastropondering.com/

Thunder: The Sound of Light 

Metaphorcast  7/19-25, 202

Listen to this episode here

There is a Full Thunder Moon headed our way this week, on Friday, July 23rd.  As the season shifts from the mysterious electricity of Cancer to the bright and obvious light of Leo, it seems a perfect time to ponder the phenomenon of thunder: the electric rumble born out of light itself.    

The sound of light comes in two distinct forms: the long low rumble and the sudden loud crack.

The long and low rumble is heard when the light is far away.  Rumbling like the grumbling of hunger.  But this hunger is a spiritual appetite, a “hero’s call” for adventure.  The farther away the light the more the blood stirs.     

The sudden loud crack is when light is astonishingly nearby.  It’s what propelled Archimedes to jump out of the bathwater yelling “eureka”, which is Greek for “I found it!”.  Finding such a light can seemingly stop the flow of time.  It’s the nature of a peak experience; a bubbling over of sheer delight.  

In both instances, light is making sound, and in special cases, it is recorded to allow the sound to become a second birth of light.  

A record player is a perfect example: the light of Louis Armstrong is expressed through sound, which is captured on record, to be played for someone who enjoys it.  The record is like thunder, the sound of light, it may come again as a loud crack or distant rumble to the right set of ears.  One of those sets of ears belonged to the 12 year old Billie Holiday who, in between scrubbing the halls and kitchens of some neighborhood apartments, first heard Armstrong’s “West End Blues”.  Whether it was a low rumble or a sudden crack we may not know, but as her nickname Lady Day suggests, she rebirthed the light.

Rebirthing the light is a virgin birth.  As Joseph Campbell explains it, “The virgin birth has nothing to do with a biological accident,”.  It symbolizes instead “the awakening of spiritual life in the human animal.”

Our job then, is to tune in to those low frequencies of rumbling thunder that are so often unheard so that we can give attention to a faraway light that “calls”.   We must also be ready to seize the light if we are lucky enough to hear the sudden loud crack and yell Eureka, I have it!  I have in my possession the light that found me.  

Just like a record player, one can learn to get into the habit of recording light;  paying attention in those times of rich warmth and bright meaning, then committing them to a precious bank of memory within.  Letting these instances of warmth, meaning and light fill up a personal account.  Drawing from an inner currency that answers to the highest of gold standards; that of light itself.

Nikola Tesla famously said “Everything is the light.”

He said “I am part of a light, and it is the music.” 

When asked by the journalist interviewing him whether he heard this music he replied, “I hear it all the time. My spiritual ear is as big as the sky we see above us.”  

Make big your spiritual ears this week!  

As always, happy astro pondering

https://www.happyastropondering.com/

Who Loves the Sun?

Listen to this episode here

There is a romantic rendezvous in the sky this week as Mars joins Venus on Tuesday, July 13th.  The star crossed lovers will embrace in the sign of Leo, the Sun, stirring up a passion for something so universal yet so often overlooked.

The Egyptians worshipped Ra, the Sun God who was the source of life, power, energy, warmth and light.  For the Greeks it was Helios, who dutifully drove his chariot through the sky to create each day anew.  The Aboriginals worshipped Yhi, the Goddess of light and creation who lived in dreamtime before she opened her eyes, causing light to fall upon the earth.  The Indigenous peoples of the Great Plains would perform sun dances to renew the bond that man has with life, earth and the growing season.  

And here we find ourselves now, in this summer week of 2021.  How often do we consider the bond we hold with life, the earth and the growing season?  How often do we marvel at the wholeness of a day?  The new light that lifts us up again and again from our dreams?  What is this bond we hold with the Sun; with light, warmth and growth?

The great ideas that have shaped our history have come about with special and intimate bonds of light that flash across a person’s mind.  Even just the pretty good ideas that you may have had yesterday came from a special bond with light.  

A bond with warmth may come when our nervous systems register a delightful shift that melts away stress, as we share a hearty laugh with someone.

Laughter is especially special.  Philosopher Henri Bergson saw laughter to be an evolutionary strategy, a corrective force to keep us from falling into a trap of rigidity.  He said that in general, we laugh at ‘something mechanical encrusted upon the living.’  The classic example of someone falling down goes from what is living, flowing and moving with a certain ‘elasticity’ as he likes to call it, to a bumbling mishap likely due to a lack of awareness.  Maybe someone is on their phone and walks straight into a sign post.  Something mechanical encrusted upon the living.  The natural response of laughter keeps us rejecting rigidity, and distancing ourselves from robotic behavior.  

Laughter shakes us back into being truly human, which in truth, is part superhuman.  

A similar thing happens with wonder.  Philosopher Josef Pieper said “Wonder acts upon a man like a shock, he is “moved” and “shaken”.  In these times all that is taken for granted loses its obviousness as a sense of mystery deepens within.  Reality is rendered beyond understanding because “its light is ever-flowing, unfathomable, and inexhaustible.”

Artists who paint bond with light as it interplays with matter.  Musicians and songwriters bond with light as it makes itself known from within.  As Kurt Cobain said, “In the Sun, I feel as one.”  

The gold of the sun is a standard of true wealth; a suppleness of spirit that triumphs again and again over the most trying of challenges.  As Henry David Thoreau discovered, “I was rich, if not in money, in sunny hours and summer days.”  

Rimbaud called the sun “the hearth of affection and life [that pours] burning love on the delighted earth.”

It was only a couple hundred years ago that people began to accept the idea that planets revolved around the sun.  But what if, as we continue to laugh and wonder and grow as a species, a second sun emerges?  A second place of unmistakable power, warmth and light.  A unity that only comes from a heightened intensity of individual sparks? What if the good fight of laughter and wonder to keep humans as elastic as possible comes under deeper challenges as the world of automation, with its tricks that play on the subconscious, begin to normalise over-mechanized behavior?

This week, the passionate lovers of Mars and Venus hail no!  Long live the sun.  Long live the quaking of the light!  

As always, happy astro pondering!

https://www.happyastropondering.com/

What’s so Special About a New Moon?

Metaphorcast 7/5-11, 2021

Listen to this here

There is a new moon coming this week on Friday, July 9th.  Maybe you are wondering what is so special about a new moon.  Well, let’s ponder it, so we can better enjoy it when it comes!

New moons occur when the moon is in between the earth and the sun, whereas for a full moon, it is the earth that is between the sun and moon.  

The full moon is the popular one.  It makes a dazzling spectacle that is usually impossible to miss.  With the earth at the center, full moons are ‘centered’ around earthly things.  Sensory things.  Beauty, tastes, aroma, textures and so on.  Some people are lucky enough to find their ways to a moonlit swim.  Others may find a simple walk home to turn into the most mystical of experiences, all because of these heightened senses.

A few weeks back we had a Full Strawberry Moon and I was lucky enough to eat some of the best tasting strawberries I’ve ever tasted!

But we are now going to ponder the new moon, which finds its ‘center’ with the moon itself.  With the new moon it isn’t the senses in the middle of it all, it is the intuitions, the instincts, the songs in our blood.  In the darkened night distant stars appear with startling clarity.  In the same way, meaningful ideas and connections may find you, bright with purpose, and seemingly out of nowhere.  

The ancient Greek philosopher Parmenides said “Gaze steadfastly at things which, though far away, are yet present to the mind.”

A full moon may light up the details of a flower, but a new moon brings a vast distance into your own place of detail-making; your own mind that makes order out of chaos. 

Distant stars, coming into focus from so far away.

Tennessee Williams said that time is the longest distance between two places.

But what if the light of the stars is a world beyond time?  A world where myths are made as living guides, changing as the people that made them continue to change.  Where would we be without these myths that made us?

Where would we be without these new moons?   

Also fun with a new moon is watching for its return.  In the depths of winter she is gracious enough to return with a smile!  Though now, in summer, she will return with her signature right-sided waxing crescent.  Thankfully she never returns with a frown.  

Look to the western sky this weekend just after sunset.  After being new in Cancer, she will be visible again in Leo, and… ready for her closeup.

As always, happy astro pondering!

https://www.happyastropondering.com/