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Senior
Scribes
Once in a Blue Moon
By Mona Leise
For
those of you who wanted to read my writings
again - THANK YOU. I'm still stunned. Thanks for your encouragement. A
number
of us are going through "life-changing" events.
And
yes, Deb; I agree. We need to stand
together. We are all we've got. It's interesting - all of us are close
to the
same age... 50 - 56. We all grew up with the same moral teachings. I've
only
encountered women with the life-changing events. As we sat and
reminisced; we
realized the lessons were the same. My maternal Grandmother used the
Apple
Tree. When a baby was late being born, she would say: "An apple don't
fall
off the tree 'til it's ready." And when someone just "naturally acted
like a parent", she would say: "An apple don't fall far from the
tree."
Maybe
that's why I like apples! I made a few
crock pots of applesauce and spiced cider... 12 pints total. Were I
living in
England I would say: "God save the crock pot!"
Friday
August 31st is a "blue moon."
They are the second full moon in a month. (Aug. 1st and 31st). They can
also be
the third of four full moons in a season. These are not always blue,
though.
I've never seen a true blue moon. They are a rarity. Unusual
sky
conditions cause them. They normally happen after a volcanic eruption
or forest
fire. The ash and dust swirl upward in the air and reflect the light
differently.
Curiously,
another way to see a blue or odd
looking moon is: From a cozy, oil lamp lit cabin, go outside and
observe the
moon. Our eyes have automatic "white balances" like a digital camera.
Until they adjust, colors are distorted.
What
does all of this mean? For me, it means
that - Once in a blue moon I get it right. I'll leave you with this
poem by
Shelley to consider. Ozymandias is Greek for Ramses… in this case,
Ramses II.
Remember the Kiddies and our Service people. Be safe and
healthy.
Ozymandias
I
met a traveler from an antique land / Who
said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone / Stand in the desert. Near
them, on the sand / Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown /
And
wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command / Tell that it's sculptor well,
those
passions read /Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things /
The hand
that mocked them and the heart that fed / And on the pedestal these
words
appear: / "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: / Look on my works, ye
mighty, and despair!" / Nothing beside remains round the decay / Of the
colossal wreck, boundless and bare / The lone and level sands stretch
far away.
Toodles!
MONA 
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