Harvest Moon

English: harvest moon

English: harvest moon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Tonight’s the night.  The moon I see isn’t orange or pink, but it’s full and bright and lighting up this cool September night.  It has other names – maybe you know it better as Full Corn Moon, Elk Moon, Wine Moon (that would be my choice) or Singing Moon.

No matter what you call it, when there’s a Harvest Moon it’s a good idea to stay calm, breathe deeply, let your negativity go and focus on sending positive energy out into the universe.

You should also send blessings, healing and peaceful energy, forgiveness and loving kindness.  The alternative, if the moon catches you in a bad mood,  is to suffer from temporary insomnia and insanity.  Whatever emotions you’re feeling are multiplied a gazillion times by a full moon.  So sprinkle your world with moon glitter and make with the good vibes.  Yes, the part about moon glitter I made up, but the rest of it could all be true.

Until tonight I didn’t realize the moon had so many aliases.

  • January – Wold Moon, Old Moon
  • February – Snow Moon, Hunger Moon
  • March – Worm, Crow, Sap, or Lenten Moon
  • April – Seed, Pink, Sprouting Grass, Egg, or Fish Moon.  Go April.
  • May – Milk Moon, Flower Moon, Corn Planting Moon
  • June – Mead, Strawberry, Rose or Thunder Moon.
  • July – Hay Moon, Buck Moon, or another Thunder Moon
  • August – Corn Moon, Sturgeon Moon, Red Moon, Green Corn Moon, Grain Moon.  Whew.
  • September – Harvest Moon,  Full Corn Moon
  • October – Hunter’s Moon, Blood/Sanguine Moon
  • November – Beaver Moon, Frosty Moon
  • December – Oak Moon, Cold Moon, Long Nights Moon

Memorize this list and impress your friends.

To get yourself into the proper Harvest Moon mood, sing along with Neil.  And check out the dude with the broom in the parking lot.  I told you the moon makes you do weird stuff.

Come a little bit closer
Hear what I have to say
Just like children sleeping
We could dream this night away.

But there’s a full moon rising
Let’s go dancing in the light
We know where the music’s playing
Let’s go out and feel the night.

Because I’m still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I’m still in love with you
On this harvest moon.

When we were strangers
I watched you from afar
When we were lovers
I loved you with all my heart.

But now it’s getting late
And the moon is climbing high
I want to celebrate
See it shining in your eye.

Because I’m still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I’m still in love with you
On this harvest moon.

Begone You Negative January Thoughts

January 2010 Snow Scene

January 2010 Snow Scene (Photo credit: ς↑r ĴΛϒκ❂)

Yesterday I started to talk about my incredibly boring peaceful first of January work day.  And then I got off on a tangent or two and completely skipped over all the kind and loving things I spent my five hours doing, in the spirit of being a joy to the world rather than a pain in its ass.

Anyone who works in a retail setting will tell you (even if you don’t care or especially if you don’t want to know) that it is not an easy place in which to remain upbeat and positive and helpful all day long.  People are demanding.  They would like their every shopping dream to come true.  Some of them do not deal well with disappointment.  Our optical business is not normally open on a stat holiday, and the Christmas season is our slowest time of year.  Nobody thinks of putting a brand new pair of glasses in a kids stocking.  Unless they really don’t like their kid.  So I was anticipating a few quiet hours alone, and for the most part, that’s exactly what I got.

However.  Always, there will be the almighty ‘however’.  It’s some kind of cosmic rule.  Lights on in an optical shop on a stat holiday when you don’t expect it draws the weirdos out of a crowd.  And I mean “weirdos”  in the nicest possible way of course.  Lovely people who felt sorry for me sitting there all alone doing nothing and were kind enough to think up some bizarre problem with their glasses so that I would have something to fix.  A wobbly temple, a loose screw, the wrong tilt, a pinched nose.  My left ear hurts.  These things keep sliding off my face.  I didn’t have time to clean my glasses this morning, would you mind doing that?  And one thing after another, I didn’t mind.  I booked some appointments.  Sold some contact lenses.  Did some filing.  I told a little guy to grow his nose bigger so his glasses would fit better.  We had a good laugh about that.


January (Photo credit: Deadly Tedly)

And then in walked the gruff and scowling disgruntled dad with more than a chip on his shoulder – more like the whole damned wood pile.  Children cowering in his wake.  If I could see auras, I imagine his would be gray.  I listened to his story although I’ve heard many versions of it before and the ending is always the same.  Something has gone wrong, it is causing me considerable distress, you had better be able to fix it because I’m ready to become a confrontational bad ass if you can’t or won’t.

I have a mantra that I started saying in my head awhile ago without any real conscious effort on my part.  It just popped in there one day and it’s been hanging around ever since.  “We are all Gods children….all Gods children….all Gods children…”  Repeat as required.  It helps me to keep my mouth shut.  It helps me to remember that this person is not really upset with me or blaming me personally for all his woes.  Because he surely has more of them than this one small problem with his childs eyewear.  It helps me to keep this one small thing from being the straw that breaks his camels back.

The problem was resolved and his child was visibly relieved.  He seemed a little surprised that it all went so well.  He trudged off with his little entourage to be pissed off at something completely different.

The point I’m trying to make (ha! you thought I didn’t have one didn’t you!) is that there is negative energy in the air and it has the power to make us sick if we let it.  If we add to it, it will grow and get out of control and consume us.  Normally I hate January, but this year I’ve decided I’m not going to hate it.  It’s such a waste of time.  January doesn’t care and just keeps on being January in spite of my intense dislike for it, and there’s nothing I can do about that.  I can’t love it, it’s just not in me to love this God forsaken month.  But I can certainly work myself up to being indifferent about it.  I don’t think you have any idea what a lofty goal that is for me!  Almost like a resolution!  But let’s not get carried away here.

So, whatever, January.  I’m done letting you suck me in to being a despondent idiot waiting for you to go away.  On your very first day I proved to myself that being positive and peaceful for an entire five hours is not beyond my capabilities.  Life is just too short to hate all of your Januarys I always say.  Yeah, it is the first time I’ve ever said that, but now I can see myself saying it a lot more.  There.  How easy was that?  Another negative thing about me bites the dust.  I will probably make it all the way to some kind of sainthood by the end of the year.

Guardian Angels

My astrological forecast for Friday the 13th:

Here you are, patting yourself on the back because you thought you were a contender, and instead it turns out you’ve got exactly what it takes to deliver the knockout blow. Don’t hesitate. Deliver the goods.    

I don’t understand that!  So it seemed fitting to add it here along with all the other things I was told today by a psychic medium.  She said that what I didn’t understand today would eventually all come clear to me, so I’m writing this down for the future much smarter me.

–  I have several guardian angels looking out for me – on further investigation the main ones appear to be my dad, my mom, my grandma, and my Uncle George.  I would have thought Uncle George had better things to do.

– There have been a lot of very indecisive people in my life over the past couple of years, but things are starting to clear up for everyone. Things are falling into place.  Money is not an issue.  A GOOD move could be in my future but it’s not a MUST move.  Things are settling around me,  My family members are getting their act together.  There are not a lot of problems, so I should just keep going.  (I got from all this that I was probably one of the most boring people she’d seen all day.)

– I am surrounded by positive energy and ready to make positive changes in my life.  Things will be smooth, there will be no real issures.  I will have room to breathe.  (I am falling asleep here. Your dead relatives are more interesting than you are.)

– The names she mentioned that do mean something to me – Harry or Harold, Margaret, Mary, George, Ken-something (-zie?) several Williams (possibly second or last names), Kris (although she wrote Chris, but that could be my neice’s boyfriend too), John and Julie.  (I just saw my cousin John in London and his wife’s name is Julie.)  She also mentioned Shawn, Michael, David, Doug, Jean and Cathy.  Who the hell are those people?

– It’s time to sort out my priorities and do what makes me happy.  I have been sitting on a shelf.  It’s time to get on with things.  (I protested that I kind of like sitting on the shelf, and she said I KNOW you do.  Get off it.  Get out of that box and out of your comfort zone.  There is a passion within you.  Find out what it is.)

– Magpies are very spiritual birds.  (Yeah, that surprised me too.)  When I see them they remind me of my mother.  But Cardinals also have special meaning for me. (I hope this is referring to two of my granddaughters and their beautiful names, and not something stupid like the two fake birds I have on my welcome sign at the front door.)

– She was surprised that I had no awareness of my dad’s presence in my life because it is incredibly strong.  He is always with me.  He is also looking out for my daughter who is strong and determined and getting it together.

– It is safe for me to travel by air.  (If she’d said it wasn’t safe, I wonder if I’d be looking at a bus schedule right now.)  I will be taking a getaway trip to the U.S. with two other women and will have a great time.  Money will allow it – no worries.  (Vegas, here I come?)

– My thyroid problems are under control.

– My brother is doing well.  He is very strong.

– There is an ending of a marriage coming up, likely a divorce, excessive drinking is involved.  I will be giving very good advice to the couple involved.  (No doubt without being asked for any.) (I think the end of a relationship is a very sad thing.  Drinking could actually help the process.  But perhaps this is not the good advice she had in mind.)

– The ‘animal’ card I picked was a beaver.  She turned it over and laughed and told me it was perfect and meant I must get busy.  I think a beaver is about the last thing on earth I want to identify with right now.  Or maybe ever.

Finally she asked me if I had six months to live, (don’t worry, you have much longer than that) what would I do?  I said I thought I might just keep on doing what I’m doing.  I like to write.  I like to read.  I sometimes paint.  ( I bore the pants right off psychics with my problem free existence….) She threw up her arms and shouted “THAT’S IT!  You must paint!  You are filled with a creative passion!  Get out of your comfort zone and do what you love to do!  (And please, get out of my cottage now and send in somebody whose aura won’t put me into a coma.) (Or something like that – it’s my own psychic interpretation of how her day was going.)

I suppose over all I really can’t complain about our little chat.  I just think a psychic should be able to freak me out a little better than that.  But it appears my guardian angels have been vigilant and are doing a bang up job.