My Mother was a Leo. I am a Cancer. I was always happy to be a ‘Mommas Boy’.
She was the coolest person I ever knew.
I digress..
As I locked up the studio to go home this morning, I stopped to look at the Moon and let my mind wander through a long day and few heavy thoughts that had been weighing on me for a couple of weeks. After about thirty to forty seconds, I pulled out my phone to check my sky app.
What I saw will stay with me.
Courtesy of: SkyView lite - iOS App Store
(actual screen capture)
It was the constellation Leo holding the Blue-Bloodmoon in its paw.
My Mother was an extremely patriotic Blueblooded Englishman and the definition of a proud Leo. I myself am a Cancer, making me a Moon Baby.
While I understand that this is mere symbolism, often I miss her counsel.
She was a Mother-figure and friend to hundreds (literally) of young minds over her life. I’m proud to have known her and to have established an earnest relationship and friendship that well extended past Mother-Son and into an equal friendship.
While I could fill a book, I’ll leave it at this:
