As we cruise down the country roads away from Glass House Winery and back toward the house, a bright beacon shines above the horizon. The moon is rising, and it is breathtaking. It is probably the most beautiful and intense full moon I've seen in a long time. It's brilliance sneaks through the trees in slivers as we zoom along the curvy road. I am mesmerized, almost hypnotized, by it. It is my Small Act to absorb it's beauty and power as fully as possibly on the short ride back to the house.
Perhaps not something we often think about or pay appreciation to, but the moon is very important to our little planet. The earth's moon, relative to the size of the earth, is the largest in the solar system. The gravitational pull of the moon creates the tides, which are essential for the complex ecosystems living in our oceans. The moon also dictates the angle at which the earth is tilted, which controls many factors about our climate and seasons.
It sits up there, lonely, yet beautiful, expecting nothing of us, yet giving so much. Some argue that human life wouldn't have been possible without the influence of the moon. Others disagree, stating that life would be possible without the moon, but our particular evolutionary path may not have occurred without it.
Friday's full moon was a blue moon, or the second full moon in a calendar month. It only occurs about every 2.7 years. It was somewhat of a rare sight. I've always had a fascination with the moon, and outer space in general. I look up at the stars and am reminded, we're all Small Acts scurrying about on a spinning, mostly aquatic, ball. As much as I care for our planet, and sustaining human life on it, the stars remind me just how tiny we really are, and I am appreciative of the time I get to share with others on this orb.
In memory of my late Grandma Doris who, on Friday, returned to the "cosmos."