We have a blue moon tonight, and Sky News is running an article about it. They quote NASA informing us that blue moons are grey and white like all other moons. They show a picture to illustrate the blue moon – which isn’t blue, of course. They run an interview with a meteorologist who tells us where in Britain is the best place to see this moon that looks just like every other moon.
I’ll stick with folklore, in which it symbolises ‘unrequited love and melancholy.’ I’ve been there just about as often as we’ve had blue moons.
On which note (very loosely,) I had a dream last night in which I went to the Nottingham Buddhist Centre to be killed (only it was in London, for some reason.) I attended interviews and was given lectures, but in the end I changed my mind. I decided that the life imperative is all the meaning there is, and all the reason we need to carry on living. I said so, and left. They all yelled at me for being a wimp (in their opinion.)
And I had another dream about visiting the Lady Bella at her abode. It was really rather nice – and exceedingly proper.
We have a blue moon tonight…