Blue Moon
“What would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail?”
- Robert H. Schuller
Ethereal and smooth as a kiss: the Cowboy Junkies version of Blue Moon is evaporating into the evening. Outside, vague snowflakes are falling. I am quiet.
The full moon almost always catches my eye. I remember seeing it once, over the ocean. It poured a liquid silver path down the middle of shimmering black. I tried to drink it in. Make it forever.
Rarely, does the moon grow full twice in a month. They call the second one a, “blue moon”. Even more rare is a blue moon on New Year’s Eve. That only happens every twenty years or so.
The Mavericks are doing the song, now. Dreamy, and western-tinged…
Year Ending is a doorway time. A stepping through. To pass through is to consider that passage, to reflect. New Year’s Eve always has that liquid, shifting, shimmering feel. Potential…and passing. Rarity. Anything can happen.
There will be a Blue Moon this New Year’s Eve. A transition made even more rare.
Everything is ahead of us. Everything is behind us. How beautiful. How terrifying. We go through so much. I would like to mark this rare passage in some rare way. I have ideas. Mostly dreams, on this Monday evening. Like the remastered Elvis version of the song that is playing.
To press the reset button on a year. Or to just leave it behind. To open new doors — and to reflect on the rooms we have dwelled within. Hope…and memory. Pain and joy. Life is so frighteningly…full. You’d think that it would surpass us. Overwhelm and reduce us. But I still remember that silver river, set in black.
The Marcels are singing it, now. Brightly. I am open to the once and forever. To swimming through the shine.
What have you done, “once in a blue moon”? What will you?