"I saw the UFO hovering over a cabbage fields near Hastings," this artist told me about 100 years ago. Fritz was sitting in the filtered shade on St. George Street while his tropical art works were spread out behind him, hanging on a cool coquina wall. His eyes were roving as he went into story-telling mode.
Clearly, like me, he did not want to miss a thing.
Because I was wide eyed and constantly on the watch for signs, because this fascinating man was an artist and not a scientist, I believed him with my whole heart.
UFOs hover over cabbage fields not far from my own home.
I am nothing if not patient when it comes to waiting for certain things.
I am nothing if not vigilant when it comes to watching for signs.
A person never knows what can be just out of reach, sitting there right around the corner.
On the evening of Friday, February, 18, 2011, I was traveling east across this bridge in my hometown. Rising tall and quick across the river as at one time this bridge had high hopes as the St. Johns River possessed dreams of being part this masterpiece of construction.
Sometimes the thoughts & plans of certain scientists make my head hurt. Especially when the mass chopping down of old large trees is figured into the equation.
To me the bridge is now a dinosaur with his nose sniffing the lack of commerce on one shore whilst his tail rests gently on the swampy other side. Nothing much seems to be happening here.
On the evening of Friday, February, 18, 2011, I was traveling east, racing up the back of the dinosaur, headed home across the glassy river.
That was when I saw it.
In the place where one might expect to see a few stars popping out in the gloaming, there was this fattest, roundest golden disc hanging in the sky.
The sight plum took the air right out of my lungs, right out of the entire jeep, I am thinking.
Now, I am not saying it was perfect in every fashion, this amazing, flying roundness. Mock-marked it seemed, with craters and such.
I remember think, " Holy cow! I am not ready for this! Aliens are landing and I have not even had supper. Plus, I just finished my last bottle of water."
No.
Really. This was my first thought: food & water.
My second thought was, " Dear Lord, let the aliens look like George Clooney or even Keith Urban but nothing like this."
That was when I noticed the craters and such again.
It was just the big fat moon. Glowing wide and flat and in my face.
I could have touched this big fat moon had my hands not been cemented to the wheel at 10 & 2.
Man.
My feelings were so mixed!
I have waited so diligently with complete & faithful abandon to reason.
Because my jeep is a No Phone Zone, I called no one to point out the big fat moon. But I savored its full flavor all the way home.
By the time I pulled into my driveway the moon was over-head and back to its normal pie-in-the-sky size. No biggie.
But last week I came to the party prepared!
On the evening of Saturday, March, 19, 2011, I was sitting on the beach when the sea gave birth to the largest moon in recent history. A super full moon!
I meant to take photos but instead I simply bathed in the magic light and danced around a bit for good fortune. I may have chanted a harmless wish which will not be shared here at this time.
I could not take my eyes off the big fat moon. Did you see it?
Let me just say it looked something like this.
I am nothing if not patient when it comes to waiting for certain things.
I am nothing if not vigilant when it comes to watching for signs.
A person never knows what can be just out of reach, sitting there right around the corner or hanging out over the sea.
On the evening of Monday, April, 18, 2011, I will head back to the beach for the full pink moon.
Let me know if you want to come.
{{ I am not promising a thing. }}
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