Thursday, January 31, 2008

Lunacy and Imagination, Part 1

“As things so very often are
Intelligence won’t get you far.
So be glad you’ve got more sense
Than you’ve got intelligence.”

Piet Hein

My imagination waxes and wanes with the moon, and sometimes it feels like sense and intelligence seem to ebb and flow inside me. Lunacy or imagination?

These nights, here at 32° 46'13" N, 116° 57' 22" W, the waxing moon is still only a part of itself. Each night, outside my bedroom window, it rises in the east a bit earlier, but still looks like an old woman haunted by loss. Yet when the moonrise finally creeps above the trees, the light seems distracted – perhaps by other planetary events beyond our view from earth – and not paying full attention to me below.

Of course, through the miracle of the interweb (sic), you can go Here to calculate your very own longitude and latitude.

The night is no longer young. Before the moon rises, night is lost in middle age. The shadow of pallid moonlight on the dew-damp stones outside the window makes each stepping stone look like it’s shrugging its shoulders. It looks like the preoccupied gesture a weary mom makes, brushing her arm past her tired face, in wordless reply to a persistent child needing attention.

The moon is a mere shadow if its former self. The first month of this new year is almost over, but the waxing moon promises there’s life after January. The phases of the moon usher in and out seasons. Not a blunt and banal four seasons, but more like 400. More than once a day, the whole world changes right before my eyes.

Take, for example, my back yard. My garden is like a river: I never step into the same garden twice. During the waxing moon, my imagination seems to swell, and I seem to have more sense. Then later, like the waning moon, I realize that while I may be better informed, I’m often none the wiser. So much for internet intelligence.

While it may be obvious to the point of banality, Seasons always return, but each is different. This winter may be similar to last winter, but it is not the same. And this waxing moon is smiling at me.

This post was inspired by a post from From Greeny at Sometimes You Get What You Need with a picture of a smiling moon...

2 comments:

greeny said...

"My imagination waxes and wanes with the moon, and sometimes it feels like sense and intelligence seem to ebb and flow inside me"- Very close to what I feel in any given month, week, day. Guess it would have to be any given month if we are talking moon phase.

"Seasons always return, but each is different. This winter may be similar to last winter, but it is not the same. And this waxing moon is smiling at me" Yes,this is so true and well put. I love the way you write.

Hope you are enjoying your day.

kate said...

Now I'm going to be thinking about the difference between sense and intelligence as well as the waxing and waning of the moon. Cool ... a good thing to be doing these days.

I think the moon here looks different because of the bitterly cold temperatures. It looks rather forbidding. It is definitely not smiling, unlike Greeny's moon. I'd say the moon here seems to be grimacing.

How true it is that no two seasons are the same just as no two winters are the same.

This post was so elegantly written, WS - I want to read each word and savour them.