Where I live, the winter months require I pay attention to the moon and the tides. The entrance to the freeway can be underwater around the full moon high tide, so travel may require a bit of figuring and maneuvering and sometimes it means staying home. I like that my leaving depends on the moon.
I am in reflective mode today, this first day of February. I notice the lengthening days within, and feel that tender new leaf response, even as the skies are gray.
Jack Gilbert has written that:
We think the fire eats the wood. We are wrong. The wood reaches out to the flame.
Today, I am wood reaching out to flame, rock remembering that fire is one way I form, then, cooled, I rest.