This weekend was the harvest moon. It was so incredible to see as it rose large and glowing. It shone brightly on the water, illuminating the ripples that flowed past the boat.
The sun had just gone down and there was the full moon rising following on its heels. The harvest moon got its name because it was said to help farmers working to bring in their crops. They could continue to work on harvesting their crops by moonlight even after the sun had set.
It's evidently an illusion that the moon appears larger around the autumnal equinox. I don't want to think about the illusions. I don't want to be a grown man who understands astronomy. Instead, I want to believe that I could reach out and catch a moon beam.
I thought of driving back from Tennessee years ago with my old Labrador. He had been to a hunt that day and been the pick up dog. He had enjoyed the water, retrieved many a bird, and was snoring gently as I watched the harvest moon loom up from behind a mountain on its celestial ladder. It was such a moment of peace tinged with a dash of longing. The old dog is long gone. But I knew that he too felt the pull of the harvest moon even as he slept.
I think each of us at times has a similar inexpressible and poignant moment that comes not from logic or reason, but from a place inside where wonder and mystery dwell.
"I want to see you dance again
Because I’m still in love with you
On this harvest moon"- Neil Young
I saw it early in the morning when I was jogging this weekend Syd. Words can't describe how beautiful it was.
ReplyDeletewhat a beautiful picture and beautiful post. sounds like you had an excellent and pensive weekend
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! I love the harvest moon best of all moons...
ReplyDeleteI anxiously await the time of year when it appears.
Syd,
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful post, my friend. I love a harvest moon, too. They are sublime.
God bless you and your old dog.
Love,
SB
It was remarkable this weekend - the moon was glorious!
ReplyDeleteI love your writing about this kinda stuff. Great post Syd.
A beautiful description. :0)
ReplyDeleteI have had many of those "inexpressible and poignant" moments in my life where "wonder and mystery dwell".
ReplyDeleteAs a matter of fact, thinking about it, maybe I have had more than a fair share of them and for that I am so grateful to my God.
PG
I enjoyed the moon so much this weekend too.
ReplyDeleteI love when nature touches my soul. My head is not involved.
I have to go listen to Neil now! Thanks! jeNN
Your comment section says, "Let me know what you think." Well, this is what I think:
ReplyDeleteI read these two sentences in your post: "I don't want to be a grown man who understands astronomy. Instead, I want to believe that I could reach out and catch a moon beam."
You can and you do catch moon beams. You grab those "poignant, mystical moments" on a regular basis. You share them with newcomers and old-timers and on your blog. You just forget sometimes, as the man who understands astronomy, that the moon beams go away each night, to return another time, on a different night, to bless you.
You are awesome. And I love that song.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautifully written post, thanks Syd.
ReplyDeletePerfect.
ReplyDeleteI saw that same East Coast moon this morning! It's so cool to think we're looking at the same sky. I always feel like I'm getting reruns in CA...3 hours later :o)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photo and one of my favorite Neil Young songs.
ReplyDeleteGreat post, really nice way to express yourself, congratulations, the last sentence it is supreme, it is really great.
ReplyDeleteI am happy to have discovered your place
and the satelite of the earth:
UNDER the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers.
Take care.
a Harvest Moon, and lyrics of it by Neil. Can't beat that!
ReplyDeleteLovely sentiment, lovely moon, lovely post.
ReplyDeleteBlessings and aloha...
the moon and emotions... either it's exquiste peace or total chaos. but whichever it may be, i still love the moon.
ReplyDeleteThat place of wonder and mystery -- I so agree
ReplyDeleteI never want to lose that place inside where wonder and mystery dwell.
ReplyDeletewe have a community with a population capacity of over 200 people - it is wild.
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