Blue moon on Sunday
“Emile Galle, a leading figure in the Art Nouveau movement, was fascinated by nature’s metaphors. The moon, an ancient symbol of memory and mystery, is paired with moths, long associated with longing and transformation, resulting in a meditative scene rich in symbolism and emotional resonance.”
You have no idea how long I have been waiting to use that title, so I will tell you—since August 31, 2023. But that blue moon was on a Thursday.
Today is the final day of my May Days blog series and, as you might have surmised, a blue moon. A blue moon happens when we have two full moons inside of the same month, which doesn’t happen very often hence, “once in a blue moon.” The first full moon of May was on May 1st (Flower Moon), and the second one is on May 31 (Blue moon).
That is some illuminating bookending. And in between, I saw a lot.
May is always a big month for me with the end of the semester, my birthday, and the start of summer. But this May felt extraordinarily full. Perhaps it’s because I did a much better job than I have done of keeping a journal and posting these blogs, or perhaps it was just an extraordinarily full month.
Every relationship in my life shifted in some significant way in May. New people arrived and left or faded into the background, old friends reappeared, family dynamics shifted. People I thought were my people, it turns out, were not. And I showed up for others in ways I did not know I could.
I wrote 12 blogs. While my goal was 31—one per day—posting one blog every two to three days is an accomplishment given I haven’t posted in a couple of years.
Chicago showed up for me. Museums, street fairs, new neighborhoods, new bars, new restaurants, new shops, movies (in new theaters), and theatre.
While May was filled with accomplishment, today provides one more opportunity. On the last day of May, under a blue moon, I get another chance to plant the seed or take the step or say the words that move me to where I am supposed to be. And this chance is not going to come around again for a while.
I don’t have to know right now, and I don’t have to guess. With this much light shining into May, I just need to look. One more time.
