When I was a little girl, my grandmother would always say,
“When the days begin to lengthen, the cold begins to strengthen.” I am sure
there is a scientific reason behind this, but I like thinking my grandmother
just knew those kinds of things. It was her main reason for gifting us with
woolen underwear and long stockings, both of which we hated to wear.
January. I told my students this week how much I love
January, and I truly am in love with January. “And,” I say, “without January,
how can we love June?”
This January is full of music and poetry for me. Add that
to the whistling tea kettle, winter nights at the campfire, and a house full of
folks for dinner, and there is January.
This weekend promises more than the above, however. On
Sunday night, January 20tht, we will have the first full moon of
2019. This full moon is a super moon, and if that isn’t enough, there will be a
total lunar eclipse visible in North America.
Let’s start with the full moon. January’s full moon is also
known as the Wolf Moon. In days past, with snow covering the ground, the wolves
would surround the villages as they howled for food. In my imagination, I can
hear the wolves on these cold nights. I tell this to my little grandchildren.
Last summer, Brianna (age 8) closed her window on a beautiful evening. I asked
her why she was closing her window. She looked right at me, “Wolves, Nannie.
Remember?” Oops, I should be careful of the stories I tell. “Only in January,”
I say to her. She opened her window back up.
There was controversy on which name to give the January
moon. Some old-timers thought the Snow Moon was better, but that is now the
moon for February.
It is also a Supermoon. This occurs when the moon is both
full and reaches the point where it is closest to the Earth. Because of this it
appears larger and fuller! Won’t it be stunning?
And yet there is more! There will be a partial eclipse of
the moon on Sunday evening. This will begin at 10:33 P.M. our time resulting in
a full eclipse beginning at 11:41 P.M. Yes, I have checked the weather
forecast. It is to be eleven degrees below zero during the eclipse, but doesn’t
that make it a bit more exciting? I would love to have a campfire during that
time, but don’t hold me to it. If you want to come to this event and share in
my garden space with a campfire, please send me a note. Bring chairs and
blankets. I will furnish the tea!
For your information, this is the last lunar eclipse until
May 26, 2021. For myself, I don’t want to take any chances of missing it, so I
will be out there looking. Maybe you want to share this event with your family
and your children. With a little coaxing, you will succeed, and think about the
memories you will be making with them.
As you well know, not only do I love poetry, but I live in
the middle of it swirling around my brain and spilling into my life.
This week one of my favorite poets died, Mary Oliver. Her
poems are taped all over my kitchen cupboards. I read her work daily. She has
been compared to Emily Dickinson, William Blake and Gerard Manley Hopkins.
Oliver left home as a teenager and went to New York where
she lived helping Edna St. Vincent Millay’s sister help sort out the poems and
work of Millay. Perhaps there was the seed of poetry planted. She stayed a
dozen years or so and began writing.
Seeing her poetry taped to my cupboards this morning, my
guests and I had lengthy conversations on her work. “I always read her poem, Peonies, when mine bloom in the early
summer. And just this week send one of her poems to my students.” One of my
guests recited, When Death Comes, as
we stood in the kitchen drinking coffee looking out at my snow-covered garden.
I want to leave you with this lovely quote from Mary
Oliver, “Someone I loved once game me a box full of darkness. It took me years
to understand that this too, was a gift.”
Perhaps this cold weekend in January is our own box full of
darkness. Take off the lid, my friend, and go find the beauty.
(First published in the Herald-Republican)
(First published in the Herald-Republican)
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