Something we can all share. The old fellow, the man in the moon, is my friend tonight at the RedBarn. Someone on the street in Minneapolis, Duluth, Mankato, Hibbing, Warroad, Lanesboro, Fisher, Faribault or someone walking down a little dirt road on a hill near Odessa. . . . all sharing the same full moon. I love simply knowing that. I say to myself, “You are darn fortunate to be standing on the front porch steps, near the RedBarn, here in western Minnesota. . .staring up and marveling at the full moon on a winter night.” Many people, so much need. . . .many ways to think and do in my little corner and all over the world.
A few people have been lucky enough to visit the moon and that seems like a cool thing to do. If the moon belongs to any certain nation, social class, species or persuasion, I haven’t heard. Don’t tell me if you know something I don’t. I prefer to think of the moon, full as it is tonight and lighting up the sky, as something that belongs to us all.
I know, I know. . . .I belong to the species called Romantic. It’ a known phenomena, the full moon does things to us; both man and beast (the coyotes are howling loud down by the creek tonight). Looking up at that big old moon makes me think about big old ideas; world peace, feeding hungry people in the world, putting greater good over one man’s gain.
Shine on, old fellow, and keep a safe distance.