Full Moon Ride Schedule [From BA 42-400]
Based on John Mosley’s Phases of the Moon, Griffith Observatory
From the very beginning, this bright round moon has been cathartic. Entire deities have been fashioned from its trajectory. Epic poems have been penned to it out of fear and utmost reverence. Great thinkers have tried (and failed) to tell its splendid mystery.
Monsters take their cues from it and wolves howl whenever it comes out. A few rare plants bloom only in its light. You? You find yourself anew under its halo, somehow different on these few nights it inches into full. You flourish. You epitomize. Your life, your movements, and the very best of your ideas coalesce with the filling of this sphere.
These days, you know, are limited, so go on with your dream-bent scaffolding. Build in the night sky that which you forewent by day—the moon-scented dark is quiet and luminous. It will set eventually, will tuck itself back in among the deep black pocket from whence it came and leave you alone with your cold heaps of unseized opportunity.