Saturday afternoon I rushed to Santa Monica in the late afternoon to catch the scheduled shuttle bus to Rancho Sol del Pacifico in Malibu for a wedding. Along the 35 mile drive, our driver told stories of movie star homes, famous Pacific Coast highway arrests and romantic hideaways. It all seemed very much like a Hollywood Tour until we reached the dry narrow scrub-filled landscape along Yellow Hill Road which winds up to a private estate overlooking the Pacific Ocean. The setting was lush and elegant for the wedding of new friends, Shannon and Stephen.
By 10 o’clock, the blue moon, which the groom had noted in a loving dedication to his new wife, had risen over the top of the red tiled roof and stately palms. Whether or not the moon, steeped in folklore, had anything to do with magic of the night is uncertain. But calendar blue moons occur infrequently, hence the saying, once in a blue moon used to describe a rare event. Because of the mis-match between the solar and lunar cycles, every two to three years, there are thirteen moons in a year. June 30th was the second of two full moons in the month.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at even tide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.” Kahlil Gibran
See blog entitled: Here Comes the Bride, May.