The moon sits like a silent eye in the sky observing the earth.

Its phases serve as markers of time.

The lunar eclipse reminds us in dramatic and beautiful ways that there are three of us sharing the heavens; the sun, moon, and earth. 

The physical phases of the moon; new, full, waxing, waning, bright, dark, rising, and sitting all serve as visual poetry about life as seen in the cycles of the moon. The reappearance of the moon every night is a reminder about the passage of time and while each day things change there is reassurance in the constancy of the moon. 

“The Moon is a white strange world, great, white, soft-seeming globe in the night sky, and what she actually communicates to me across space I shall never fully know. But the Moon that pulls the tides, and the Moon that controls the menstrual periods of women, and the Moon that touches the lunatics, she is not the mere dead lump of the astronomist…. When we describe the Moon as dead, we are describing the deadness in ourselves. When we find space so hideously void, we are describing our own unbearable emptiness.”  D.H. Lawrence, Phoenix: The Posthumous Papers of D.H. Lawrence. pt.4, 1930  

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