faithful orb

Tonight I’m sitting here on the sofa reading and half watching the TV with two items of clothing on my lap that need buttons sewn on and I look up and there, centred perfectly in the middle of a gap in the curtains, is the barely waning moon.

I have seen the full moon this cycle.  The other night I’m walking home down Spadina and there it is: hanging in the sky between two glass covered condo buildings and dropping incandescent light down though tree branches of the little Clarence Square Park; seemingly shy and unassuming, but arresting in its luminescence.  As always,  up there in the sky.

I take photographs from the park, and then again from the bridge over the railroad tracks.  But none is worthy of that moon.

Because it’s the appearing of it, not the photographing of it that gives you pleasure.  It arrives every single month like a pendulum.  Giant, slow clock in the deep indigo sky; not demanding, not needing to be photographed.  It’ll always be back again, most likely popping in without warning.

You forgive her for that because she's so beautiful. Really, a feather could knock you over as you stare at her while she lifts slow, higher and higher and farther away.


The title of this post was shamelessly stolen from Victoria Williams. 



  1. Mike February 10, 2012

    On my evening drive home were clear skies, heading north… a rising moon and setting sun… red sun hues on the left, sharp silvery moon right… and feeling very centered.
    (and Jen your words are worth a thousand pictures)

  2. Jennifer February 10, 2012

    You paint quite a wonderful picture there yourself, my friend. And thank you, I’m honoured you should say that.
    Glad to see you. Thinking about how long it’s been since I’ve been around your blog and I’m ashamed of myself. I will visit! 🙂

  3. Cathy February 10, 2012

    Was listening to CBC Radio the other day, and they said the February Moon is called the ‘Snow Moon’ (
    I like your gentle descriptions better than what the Snow Moon was named for.. tho am not opposed to a little winter! 🙂

  4. Jennifer February 10, 2012

    The Snow Moon – I like that sis! Nights are especially pretty this time of year – probably because of the lack of smog. And the Snow Moon – her too!
    Winter? I vaguely recall winter…

  5. Mike February 10, 2012

    … so you had to say the “w” word… it’s here now and coming your way…

  6. Jennifer February 11, 2012

    Yep, it’s here. -10C and snowy this morning. I have broad shoulders, I can accept the responsibility for that!

  7. Susannah February 14, 2012

    Beautiful writing! I have tried numerous times to capture a photo beautiful enough to do the moon justice and have never managed it…Your words do the moon justice. 🙂
    Hope all is well with you. x

  8. Jennifer February 14, 2012

    Well I’m not sure about that, but thank you Susannah.
    All good here! Hope you’re doing well too. It’ll be springtime in your world before you know it! xo

  9. Steve capelin February 21, 2012

    Beautiful lyrical piece Jennifer. I am lucky enough to have the (full) moon appear off my back deck framed by bush and trees in its early evening visits. amazing how often I miss seeing it. all the more wonderful when I’m alert enough to notice.
    Speaking of buttons. Last night my son sewed a button on a pair of shorts of mine that he constantly borrows. Small miracles. Beautiful thing.
    Thanks for continuing to be a faithful reader of my blog. Such anxiety when nobody leaves a comment. Such relief finding your words there. Pathetic eh?

  10. Jennifer February 21, 2012

    Thanks Steve. That thing never fails to inspire me.
    Good on your son! Woohoo!
    I suppose all of us bloggers are needy of the comments, so no, it’s not pathetic. Feedback is essential to the writing process. I don’t get around to my favourites as often as I should any more. I really need to establish a regular time to do that…

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