Pink Passover Full Moon Easter

Posted on April 13, 2009. Filed under: Musings, Philosophy |

We had the most beautiful Full Moon this past week, which happened to be on the first day of Passover, also on Maundy Thursday of Holy Week, which is the Christian acknowledgement of the Passover Feast, or “Last Supper”.

I’d always known some of the names indigenous people have given the full moon; a time, in many thought-systems, of great power. This April moon is known as the “Pink Moon“, and when I looked it up, I found that “Pink Moon” is also the name of the last song and album by Nick Drake. I found, further, that this song was used in a rather nice Volkswagon commercial ad.

I wondered why the Pink Moon made me feel a bit melancholy. Drake’s song contributed to the mood. These religious feasts also coincide, roughly, with the Spring Equinox, and generally with celebrations of a time of rebirth or renewal; the dawning of the season’s fertility. The earth wakes up from her long winter sleep (in the Northern Hemisphere, anyway), seeds begin to stir beneath the soil. There is a sense of wonder regarding new life; new hope.

Usually in southern Arizona, we don’t have a “spring”, per se. We tend to have three seasons: Hot, Not-so-Hot, and Coolish. This year we do have a spring, the season that “comes in like a lion, and goes out like a lamb”. It’s the season that “breaks your heart”: just when the daffodils bloom, sometimes there’ll come a late snowstorm and the early daffodils wither and won’t be seen again for a year—those delicate blossoms of seasonal passage.

We don’t have daffodils in the desert, but when I lived in the mountains we did, and I would literally shed a tear if the late snows came and covered them too soon. In California, where I also lived, there was a large hill planted with the bulbs of spring. A wonderful woman had spent years planting this slope, on public land. She’d add a few bulbs each year as her energy and budget allowed. It was truly the most glorious sight, and again, marked the passage of seasons.

Perhaps I am a bit melancholy because it snowed on Saturday. While not unheard of, it’s most uncommon for snow to be seen in this desert land, this late in the season. I generally like to see the rare snow we have; but this one just seems wrong; out of place. I sense change in the wind; whether it be climate change; a change of heart; small change, or changing times.

By the way, I don’t mind a bit of melancholia. It brings perspective; balance. It causes reflection, reevaluation, contemplation. I’ve had quite a nice holiday week, as I hope you have, as well.

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That is a sort of meloncholy song, isn’t it Muse? I am going to see if I can listen the whole song over at you tube, because he does have a nice voice though.

I love the story you told about the woman planting the daffodils on public land.

Even if you don’t mind a bit of melancholia for perspective, I hope it passes soon. ((((hugs))))

Yes, he has a few videos over at YouTube, BD, including a full-length one of this song. Oh, the daffodils were an amazing site; I miss them. I hope they are still there every spring. Thanks for the hugs! They did help. It was a passing thing, I’m quite cheery now. 🙂

I’m glad you had a nice holiday week; mine was quite pleasant too, thank you.

And I’m glad to hear you’re feeling cheerier now. 🙂

Here in West Texas it is the winds that literally knock the daffodils over. As soon as they start blooming in March I cross my fingers that this year they’ll be spared the raging spring winds. This year wasn’t nearly as bad. Your story about the lady planting daffodils on the hillside reminded me of a house near campus. They have a small “hill” in front of their very large house that in very early spring is leterally covered with crocus. I look forward to that every year too.

Thank you, B0bby! I guess your holidays are over now. I am quite cheery, in fact. 🙂

Hi, joyful, how’re things? Oh, the wind! I didn’t think of that. Daffodils are such delicate flowers. The crocus hill sounds quite delightful; thanks for telling us about it. Take care!


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