How I love the moon, its pale light, and how I shall bear to miss this phenomenon as it snows in Northwest Montana on this New Year’s eve.

I have been looking forward to seeing the blue moon on this New Year’s Eve for weeks. I absolutely love the moon, and delight in its silvery shimmering luminescence. I imagined wood sprites and faeries, watching them, as they danced in the meadow, bathed in its mysterious pale light. I should have been a moon Goddess.
At Treetops we had a hot tub between the old house and the new house on a deck that joined the two. We loved to dunk beneath the stars, floating in the tub, with the night sky shimmering above. High up on the hill, the stars were brilliant as they lit up the sky. One night, bathing alone, in the light of a full moon, I was able to immerse myself in this cleansing light. It was the most wonderful feeling of being clean, and reaching up for the stars, I actually bathed in the white light of the moon, and it was a feeling and experience I will remember until the day I die.
Now as they say, once in a blue moon, we are to experience one tonight, but here in Northwest Montana, what shall we see? No moon, that is for sure. We shall be having grey skies and snow, snow and more snow. I shall miss the blue moon. I am disappointed. But I have had the soul lifting experience of bathing under the light of a full moon, and I shall relive this experience on this quiet night, with the snow drifting towards the earth, to cover the garden with its warming protective blanket, and even though I won’t be able to see with my eyes this blue moon, I will see it in my heart.
Happy New Blue Moon to all of my Triond friends and Treetops and Tidepools fans.

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