Since “falling back” time wise, the last blush of sun fades from the sky as I disembark from the commuter train each weekday. I walk home along a street clogged, curb-to-curb with speeding drivers for about one-quarter mile where I cross the street and walk the last quarter mile home through a residential neighborhood. It’s here, where it is a bit quieter and darker, that I can observe the night sky. Last month I watched the waxing super-moon and it’s nomadic meanderings around the brilliant sparkling Venus and tiny red Mars. The night after it’s lurid fullness, it skudded off to another part of the sky and was not visible to me. The waning moon was nowhere to be seen during my evening commute.
Now, in December, a skinny paring of waxing moon appears in the low southwest, still teasing around Venus and Mars. (Since there is still a lot of ambient urban light, I am unable to see Mercury, Jupiter and Saturn, but they are probably visible to those who enjoy darker night skies.)
These brief observations have the effect of centering me; reminding me that there is a vast universe out there, beyond the speeding cars, packed trains, and lumbering buses. Beyond our own busy-ness, beyond our personal crises, our political upheaval and our global unrest.
While these celestial moments are indeed brief and pale in comparison to the bigger picture of our planet, it gives me a sense of quiet joy to be reminded that Earth is only a little planet yet how beautiful it is (said David Brower.)
My friend Lyn Dalebout, a Sidereal Astrologer, writes a fascinating blog interpreting these celestial goings-on and the impacts on our lives. Check her out at: http://www.earthwordskyword.com. She is as brilliant as Venus.