It’s full moon again, Buck Moon now. Last full moon, I was enjoying the moon rise in the Sierras, more particular on Tioga pass, entering HWY 395, the gateway to solitude. I still remember how excited I was seeing the Strawberry Moon peeking at me over the edge of mountain, waving between the gap of pine trees, how we carried the moon on our lonesome drive on 395 towards Bishop.
Looking up at the gorgeous moon, my heart already traveled back to that spiritual land, where sunset dances in a scarlet swirl, moon chanting a poetic mantra.
