Moon List-May

Meditations as per Moon Lists


What was felt more deeply because it took you back to your past?

I visited my parent’s home in Philadelphia this past month. It is a beautiful three story rowhome built in the mid 1800s and is the house where I explored the mystery of my childhood. Like any place one calls their “childhood home,” it is synonymous with the dichotomy of safety, melancholy, and pain. My parents are about to lead autonomous, different lives and currently in the process of selling the home. During my most recent visit, the house looked emptier than ever, accentuating the natural light of the home, the inspiration behind the first photographs I ever took. The garden was in full bloom, as it is in my birth month of May. The ushers of Spring, the aromas of lilac and peony, have the power to instantly transport me back to my birthdays past, when I was still under the naive spell of youth and when the memory of family was kinder, happier…


James Salter wrote: “Life is weather, life is meals.” Describe a meaningful moment involving each in the last month.

This April and May, my boyfriend and I have been tirelessly foraging for ramps and morel mushrooms. He is the better cook in the relationship therefore he typically takes on that role for dinner however one rainy night, both of us tired and frustrated, I was the one to make a pasta with the last ramps and morels of the season.


What are you amid that is almost (but not quite) right? A draft, a relationship, an injury…what needs refinement and attention?

I’ve lived a transient lifestyle between two cities over the past year. As other tides have changed in my life, I realized I had to move with it. Recently, I made the decision to permanently relocate to one of the cities,  a decision that I fear but have started to feel hopeful for. I have begun to allow myself to think of it as my new home, something I could not accept or do a year ago.


When were you indulgent?

I made sure to donate more than usual to Planned Parenthood and ACLU this month.


When were you self-indulgent?

A quick pop in at Strand Books between castings led me to walk out with four books I’ve had my eyes on for some time now. I try not to buy a new book until I finish the one I previously begun however that rule did not apply to me that day.


Describe something you did in private.(Perhaps not a “secret,” but maybe something that never occurred to you to share…)

I am earnestly learning the guitar in my downtime. It is something I have toyed with for three years now but was not serious enough to improve well. I played the piano and cello when I was younger but took hiatus once ballet became a serious aspiration for me. I understand music in a very reactionary way, I often feel physically moved by it. I am searching for an understanding that is perhaps more cerebral, different from the one that feels inherent to me. 


Did you simplify something?

I finally purchased new notebooks for myself: three red, thin, & unlined diaries. I used to journal daily but got so caught up in the momentum of writing something everyday that if I missed a day, I would often miss more, leading me to stop journaling all together. Strange how that happens. For a while I grew accustomed to writing thoughts, notes, and days on random scraps of paper. I don’t know why it took me so long to get back here.


What was read, watched, seen, listened to? And consider the ratio between the mediums.

Read: Stranger Music by Leonard Cohen, To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf, Notes from Underground by Fyodor Dostoyevsky, articles on the state abortion bans, various lyrics, & my own writings.   

Watched: Non-Fiction by Olivier Assayas, Charlie Says by Mary Harron, Knock Down the House by Rachel Lears, and The Love Witch by Anna Biller. There is another film, A Long Day’s Journey Into Night by Bi Gan, that feels wrong of me to include with the others previously listed. It is one of the most hypnotic, noir, mystical, and mind-bending two and a half hours I have spent. My friend invited me to see it with him, not knowing much about it prior. However, I cannot do justice by simply writing about my fascination and admiration of this masterpiece. You must experience it.

Listened to: Half awake: The birds, bacchian summer mischief, cars on pavement, breaking glass, various city soundscapes. 

Awake: Weyes Blood, Leonard Cohen, Joan Baez, Dylan, Sharon Van Etten, Harry Nilsson… and some T-Rex on my birthday. And always podcasts! 

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