The moon is
symbolic. Many cultures have ideas on how the moon came to be or what the moon
symbolizes. To the Aztecs, the moon is the head of ancient moon goddess coyolxauhqui, the story behind it says
her brother Huitzilopochtli cut off
the moon goddess’s head and threw it to the sky because she tried to convince
her other siblings to kill their mother because she thought her mother was
dishonorable. To the Native Americans the moon was important mostly to the
farmers. They gave special names for each full moon on the different months of
the year. The name “Harvest Moon” came from Native American tribes. It is
called that because that’s when farmers can stay in their fields late, after
sunset, harvesting their crops by the light of the full moon. The full moon for this month which was on 6th
was as the Natives call it the “Beaver Moon” because supposedly it is time for
beavers to set traps before the swamps freeze to make sure a supply of warm
winter furs. But I believe that the moon came from a galaxy so that even when
it is supposed to be dark out the light from the moon will shine above us like
a night light for those who don’t have homes and for animals who might be
scared of the dark.
Picture of
coyolxauhqui from (http://www.windows2universe.org/mythology/coyolxauhqui_moon.html)
I can’t see the moon from my room so
I have to go out and sit outside and write some field notes. Lately it’s been
cold so I sit in my car. It kind of makes things closed minded as I can’t hear
the noises outside or how the air feels or how he wind sounds. So I usually try
to sit outside for a couple minutes until it gets to cold to bear. I decided to
be brave and sit outside for a while. The cold nipped at my nose and ears. It
had slapped my face so many times my cheeks were a deep pink. The wind was
mellow but still attacked at times. It whispered secrets of the moon. It
sounded like a lullaby with the trees making music in the background. Tonight
the moon was hardly there. It was as if it were hiding from something. It
wasn’t so bright outside. The night felt sad and lonely. Maybe the moon was
ill. I love the moon. I always tell her my secrets and she never tells. I could
see part of its craters but not as much as I would like. The darkness was taking
over her light like it does to the most of us. According to the website (http://www.calendar-365.com/moon/moon-calendar.html) the moon was 18% visible.
I always have dreams of being on the
moon. Having a little home there by myself. If it’s true about moon goddesses
maybe she’ll be there to protect me. I wonder how the moon feels. Is it grainy?
Or soft? I wish I could go to the moon. I wonder if the moon ever envies the
earth. I wonder if it ever wonders why no one goes to the moon. The moon is
lucky, it dances with the stars and plays with the comets. I wonder if it ever
misses where it came from. Scientist say that the moon was formed because “about 4.45 billion years ago, a young
planet Earth -- a mere 50 million years old at the time and not the solid
object we know today-- experienced the largest impact event of its history.
Another planetary body with roughly the mass of Mars had formed nearby with an
orbit that placed it on a collision course with Earth. When young Earth and
this rogue body collided, the energy involved was 100 million times larger than
the much later event believed to have wiped out the dinosaurs. The early giant
collision destroyed the rogue body, likely vaporized the upper layers of
Earth's mantle, and ejected large amounts of debris into Earth orbit. Our Moon
formed from this debris.” (http://starchild.gsfc.nasa.gov/docs/StarChild/questions/question38.html) but that’s just a bunch of boring
science stuff.
(same
website as the quote above.)
