I know I should have played this song back when we had the supermoon, but a particular lyric popped into my head. The “little captains and cuckoos” have got me going today.
The whole kit and kaboodle is in disrepair
There ain’t nowhere to go
That ain’t here
Little captains and cuckoos
From here to Timbucktu are
Countin’ their dough in a mirror
[chorus:]
Rooty toot toot for the moon
It’s the biggest star I’ve ever seen
It’s a pearl of wisdom
Slice of green cheese
And it’s burnin’ just like kerosene
Burnin’ just like kerosene
(Source: Spotify)
When I was a student at Cambridge I remember an anthropology professor holding up a picture of a bone with 28 incisions carved in it. “This is often considered to be man’s first attempt at a calendar” she explained. She paused as we dutifully wrote this down. ‘My question to you is this – what man needs to mark 28 days? I would suggest to you that this is woman’s first attempt at a calendar.’ It was a moment that changed my life. In that second I stopped to question almost everything I had been taught about the past. How often had I overlooked women’s contributions?
Night travelers are full of light,
and you are, too; don’t leave this companionship.
Sit with your friends; don’t go back to sleep.
Don’t sink like a fish to the bottom of the sea.
Surge like an ocean,
don’t scatter yourself like a storm.
Life’s waters flow from darkness.
Search the darkness, don’t run from it.
Night travelers are full of light,
and you are, too; don’t leave this companionship.
Be a wakeful candle in a golden dish,
don’t slip into the dirt like quicksilver.
The moon appears for night travelers,
be watchful when the moon is full.
“There’s a ring around the moon
Long long time ‘till day
Play me one more tune
Please don’t go away.”
There was, indeed a ring around the nearly full moon tonight, with clouds racing past it. Did you get to see it?
Tonight: Mainly clear with a low of 52°F
