“Starring” Anne on Fire

The Sagittarius Constellation

The Sagittarius Constellation

My friend Tina decided that Anne on Fire was a veritable star, which lead her to purchase one in the night sky via a company called Name A Star Live.  Clever!

Conveniently located in the Sagittarius constellation (which not coincidentally is my “sign”), Anne on Fire has its own celestial coordinates:

Anne on Fire Star’s Astronomical Coordinates
Catalog Number: TYC 7420-1373-1
Right Ascension: 18h 46m 42s
Magnitude: 11.1
Declination: -36° 29′ 29″

You can view the star’s location here Anne on Fire Star or here Alternative view of Anne on Fire star.

Thanks Tina for making me be a star.  I hope to return the favor.  We should all be so lucky to have friends like you.

What Happens Once in a Blue Moon?

Blue Moon

August 2012’s Blue Moon

Jamie invited the girls over to dinner at her beach house last night and I knew we would talk about everything under the sun.  Among other things Jamie just started her own blog, Under The Dune Moon and finally has a place for all her rants and raves and beach photos.  It’s worth stumbling upon.In any event, I’ve mentioned how I’ve been thinking a lot this week about August’s so-called Blue Moon — the astrological phenomenon where two full moons appear in the same calendar month.  It’s rare but not unusual, happening every couple of years or only about 40 times in a century.August started out with two death events, what with the Toronto road trip for Ann’s mother’s death and my remembrance of my own mother’s death on August 5th, 1996.  I don’t like months to start that way because I’m always waiting for the 3rd event to occur.  It’s the sort of anticipation that makes me feel all nervy.

Throw in this blue moon thing and it seemed to merit a little research, thought and this time, even a poem.  Nothing to me is a coincidence; I believe all events conspire to give us messages, provide meaning and often to spur us on from places where we are stuck.

So what would a blue moon mean and what opportunities lie within it?

Digging around on the Internet, I found some guidance.  It read:

Astrology and the Full Moon

Astrologically the energy of the full moon works to integrate and harmonize the contradictions in the self and others. During a full moon, the seeds sown at the last new moon are ready to be harvested and utilized. Traditionally, the full moon is seen as a time for meditation and particularly for personal issues and global concerns.

During the blue moon this vibration is said to be three-fold. In some cultures the second full moon was considered a very holy and auspicious day. A time when the veil between heaven and earth is thin and the ability to communicate with the gods and goddess is very powerful. It is considered a very spiritually significant time for prayer and meditation going back thousands of years.

Aha!  That thin veil thing again.  It meant that there were signs to come, and I was hoping there would be one for Ann from her mother.  Today she flew down to Florida to begin a family cruise.  When they walked off the airplane, they were greeted by the rainbow posted below.  I’ve had my own rainbow as well and when you need it, it is amazing to see it appear.

I sighed in relief.  Maybe this blue moon had some positive gifts to bear.

Ann's Rainbow

A Rainbow for Ann

If you read about blue moons, there is also some theory that you should focus on your changes — the reference to ‘harmonizing the contradictions in others and self.’  I think I’ll let those evolve on their own this month.  With the blue moon set to arrive on August 31st, I’ll wait for what I think will be its gifts.

Once in a Blue Moon

I live in serendipity

A special community

Where good chance passes through

Just about everything I do.

A glance, a wink, a nod

It really is not so odd.

When you think events conspire

To bring what you desire.

They do.


What does the blue moon mean to you?  Please share.

Perspective From the Newspapers

The first roll of microfilm threaded through the library’s reader as if it were on a mission to be viewed.  I smiled, hopeful that with a new set of film covering five months of the 1965 Green Bay Press-Gazette from there would be some clue about my childhood accident — was there even a fire call?

I’d already viewed a year of Green Bay Press-Gazettes from 1964 and found absolutely nothing.  This didn’t completely discourage me since my mother had made entries in my baby book about the accident’s dates as both November 1964 and 1965.  Other than those baby book entries, the stories I’d heard and the whispers behind cupped hands, the only empirical verification I had of my burned leg accident was the leg itself.

“Annie, why are you looking for this stuff?” my friend Mr. Baum asked me in his endearing but quizzical manner.  “Are you not quite right in the head?” he chided.   As a reporter, Mr. Baum asked questions for a living for more than 40 years.  They were questions worth posing.

Even though I felt confident that the stories I’d heard about burning my leg on a stove at age two were probably right-on-the-money accurate, I couldn’t help but look for some verification outside of the pool of relatives who served as my sources.

“There are some things a person just wants to know.”  It wasn’t the most scientific of answers but it seemed to quiet Mr. Baum, at least for the time being.

The microfilm reader hummed as I paged through images of the newspaper from 40 some years ago.  My mother’s entries in my baby book said that in August I put my hand to the stove and burned it, a spooky foreshadowing of the larger injury to come.  But the August newspapers didn’t carry a fire call and it was more likely than not that this burn was treated at home or the doctor’s office.

As the November dates approached, I felt tension.  Would it matter one way or the other if there was a news item or fire call on Tuesday, November 23rd?  I knew it wouldn’t but kept paging through the microfilm just to check.  “Clearing and cold tonight.  Low near 23 degrees,” was the weather report for that day.

An annual solar eclipse occurred November 23, 1965. A solar eclipse occurs when the Moon passes between Earth and the Sun, thereby totally or partially obscuring the image of the Sun for a viewer on Earth.   Depending on which literature you read, “eclipses are dramatic tools the universe uses to create change (http://www.astrologyzone.com/eclipses/).  A solar eclipse is always a new moon and in astrology tends to mark new beginnings,” explains the astrologer Susan Miller.

Solar eclipse of November 23, 1965

Any news of my accident was eclipsed as well.  There was no mention.  Not on the November 23rd, not on the 24th and not on the 25th, which was Thanksgiving Day.

For a moment I felt sad and stared ahead at the microfilm reader, only half-reading the Thanksgiving Day editorial.  “On Thanksgiving Day, Americans need to give thanks for weathering national perils, and for the victories we have achieved over disease, hunger and the inhumanity of war.  America has come a long way since that landing day in 1629…..Be not therefore anxious for the morrow; for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient onto the day is the evil thereof.”  If you took the 1965 date off the editorial, it would have been just as relevant today.

In my case, the morrow indeed took care of itself.  I’ve been blessed with good health, good work and good friends.  My accident shaped me but never defined me.  I couldn’t say the same for my parents, gone since the 1990s.  From everything I learned, the accident changed them and their relationship for the rest of their days.  I was oblivious to it until I started searching around for clues in the last couple years.

I thought of what their Thanksgiving Day 1965 would have been like, with a child in the hospital and no assurance she would live.    I couldn’t imagine it.  I didn’t want to imagine it.  When I started searching microfilm, I was looking for my own perspective.  But the newspapers found a way to give me theirs.

It didn’t seem to matter much that I hadn’t found a news item or fire call in the newspapers.  In fact, now I was kind of glad none appeared.  My heart ached for my parents.