December full moon! Some folks call it the Cold Moon; others, the Long Nights Moon. Moonrise last night was a huge wheel of richest cheddar. More dramtic
than any Harvest Moon ever seen by me. Halloween art is made of such a moon. Driving a slow-lane country road, I stopped and gazed. No traffic, you know. Just me and the
moon. I was like a face-space junky in multi-hit rapture.
As I stared, I felt the fangs of Christmas anxiety shrinking into storage. (Wish these snags would shrink
away forever! Alas, they just don't behave like regular fangs.) Though I was worn to a frazzle, the Cold Moon quickly soothed my overheated psyche. A lovely moment of solitude and I was over
Professional in-depth snooping into corners of my mind might pinpoint the source of this anxiety. But why bother? Every year it cures itself by an unexpected letter, a random
act of kindness.........or a Cold Moon rising.