Last night I awoke around 3 am from a dream so visually intense it caused me to wake.
Before falling asleep, I fully intended to do some blanket moon gazing, but having a fever, myself, and caring for sick kids all day led to my passing out with my littlest, missing the full moon but dreaming the night away.
I dreamt I was in my kitchen pouring a glass of water. Lightening began to flash, drawing my attention through the kitchen window. I was gazing out and awaiting the thunder when the clouds parted, revealing the full moon, perfectly situated in the window's small frame. I then noticed a painterly blonde woman opening a gate (one which doesn't actually exist in waking life) in my neighbor's yard. All of the moonlight was fixed on her for a moment. As she looked up to the sky, my own gaze went back to the moon again. Only now I could see into it with such crazy detail and became so excited by it that I woke up.
Only after trying to get back to sleep for a bit did I think to actually get up from bed to see if the moon was in fact passing by the kitchen. Not knowing the time yet, I groggily went to my kitchen window and there was the moon, perfectly situated within it, almost as picturesque as it was in my dream! I stood there in massive awe for a while before returning to bed, thankful for a second chance to enjoy the blue moon.
Name smoosh, Bluemoon, is one i've never considered before. After last night, I'm definitely feeling it. Of course, I'd pair it with something traditional, but the wild amongst you may like to play it up with something equally daring.
Speaking of meaningful moons, I'm loving Lauren's thoughtful moon posts - scary spot on they are!
image - painting by Peter Alexander