The last two nights — January 6 and 7, 2020 — the moon shine has woken me up during the middle of the night.
Well, it’s a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
And all the night’s magic seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush
Well, it’s a marvelous night for a moondance ...
“Always kiss me goodnight. Always kiss me goodmorning, too.”
~ as seen in a house in Florida
Had a fun dream overnight. At first I was laying here in my bed and having a hard time falling asleep, but at some point it switched to me laying on the floor, in the living room area but near the kitchen. Someone was in the kitchen, but it’s twelve hours later now and I can’t remember who. For a long time I laid there uncomfortably, thinking I was awake, but I was only awake in a lucid dream.
Then I felt the usual sensation that’s hard to describe — like you can feel that something is about to happen — and I was pulled away and out through the front wall of the apartment. I was flying, or at least levitating, looking up at the night sky. It was beautiful, and I could have stayed there for a long time.
Then I was pulled away again, eventually approached a tree, and then landed. Wherever this was, there was a building, and a number of other people were also arriving at the same time. We went inside, and a slightly older woman was trying to usher us into a room. It felt like it was some sort of classroom and she was going to teach us something.
Unfortunately I was rapidly whisked away and woke up in my bed. It was all a good time, but seeing the night sky like that was particularly amazing.
Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread,
air, light, spring,
but never your laughter,
for I would die.
~ Pablo Neruda
Maybe the sun’s light will be dim
And it won’t matter anyhow
If morning’s echo says we’ve sinned
It was what I wanted now
And if we’re victims of the night
I won’t be blinded by the light.
~ Judy Kay “Juice” Newton, “Angel of the Morning”
I just happened to look out the window last night (Sunday, July 15, 2018) at the right time and saw the Moon and Venus hanging out together.
Last night was a rough night, and it made me think of the Joe Walsh song, Help Me Thru The Night. This morning when I was looking for that song I came across a song called, Help Me Make It Through The Night.
This version is performed by Willie Nelson, but it was originally written and performed by Kris Kristofferson. If Willie Nelson isn’t your cup of tea, here’s a link to a Norah Jones version of Help Me Make It Through The Night.
I got really sick again yesterday and didn’t know if I’d make it through the night, so I did two things I wanted to do: one good, the other meant as helpful (you know how that can go). Somehow that leads me to making “Lonely Ol’ Night” by John Mellencamp the song of the day:
In some places in Colorado it’s very hard to see the stars at night. I know a few good places between Broomfield and Boulder where you can see them well, but in many areas the “light pollution” makes it impossible. See the full story at the Denver Post.