Fun facts of the February 2020 full moon
According to the Old Farmer's Almanac, February's full moon is called the "Snow Moon" because in midnorthern latitudes, that's when the weather tends to be coldest and snowiest.
The Cree called it the Kisipisim, or the Great Moon or The Hunting Moon, describing it as a time when "animals do not move around much, and trappers have little chance of catching them."
OK ....so this is all available on the net and why should it matter to me
Apparently a lot....
I became a proud owner of a girl physiology roadie(yes...feminism insists on reinventing the wheel too) Polygon Divine.The single reason I bought it, in spite of being advised against it by well wishing expert cyclists is the name Divine....Divya means Divine....The cycle was a match made in cycling Valhalla for me
I lovingly named her Moga- my loved one in Konkani
Now the ground reality...the wheels feel very unstable, the drop down position has my neck crying out in pain and what my little tush feels on that narrow seat is a different hell altogether--
Some cupids kill with arrows mine kills with the saddle....
I signed up for the Xaxti Full moon ride - The same Feb moon- The Snow Moon-The Great Moon....you get the drift
Besides the moon being full, my life also was crazy full this weekend...I had a National Cardiac Anesthesia Conference, A Funfair stall organising child, A recuperating mother in law all happening at the same time....my cup was just filleth over. Amol held it all in for me and also volunteered to partake in the full lunatic ride.....
Saturday evening ....I arrived at the jungle lodge in stilettos and conference look .... Thankfully I transformed to the 'I am crazy cyclist' mode quickly, much to all other cyclists relief...I can imagine their horror ....one look at me and the cycling enthusiasts could see their ride fall apart
The ride started with a quick briefing , on time (even joy rides are so professionally conducted), warnings about the wild animals, speeding motor vehicle bound homo sapiens, ways of the jungle were all noted....A support vehicle...supporting veteran cyclist looking out for newbies like us....had us cycle over a 60 km into the thick of the Netravali forests, in the thick of the night with only the moon shining over us......
Amol and me cycled stretches by ourselves under the starlit skies,
" A family that cycles together always stays together"( for all the reluctant spouses, a reason to pedal away)
We finished the ride strong inspite of the biting cold winds of the Western Ghats and were treated to a sumptuous dinner , a warm hearth and hospitality of Johnny , our cycling Host.
Sameer and his team (I know them by their cycles and jerseys but not by name) have a definite berth in the cycling Valhalla. To look out for weaklings and to care for others more than self restores faith in humanity
If cycling is the food of the soul, pedal on......
Just while the moon had me mooning over, I had a presentation at the Cardiac Conference in the the next 8 hours.....As usual Amol rose to the occasion, had me in the next few hours in the Saving Lives Doctor mode on....Overwhelmingly I won a prize at the National level for my Poster.....The joy indescribable ...my moment of glory.....my moment under the sun.....
I was not really done gushing over my sweet victory , my son had a stall at the evening Funfair and the mother in me took over for the next 8 hours...
Aditya's string the ring, but don't ring it was a major hit among kids and adults alike.....
He envisioned it, paid for the expenses with his pocket money, got it executed by his handy man, had me market his product at the stall......First few lessons in entrepreneurship were well executed.... He even won a Best Stall prize for it. I was so proud of him.
When a parent gives to the son,both laugh
When a son gives back to a parent, both cry....tears of joy
All these major wins happened from one moon rise to the other....The full moon indeed filleth my cup over.
PS- Also this is my leap year full moon....my birthday year..... my wish fulfilling moon....my Feb moon
According to the Old Farmer's Almanac, February's full moon is called the "Snow Moon" because in midnorthern latitudes, that's when the weather tends to be coldest and snowiest.
The Cree called it the Kisipisim, or the Great Moon or The Hunting Moon, describing it as a time when "animals do not move around much, and trappers have little chance of catching them."
OK ....so this is all available on the net and why should it matter to me
Apparently a lot....
I became a proud owner of a girl physiology roadie(yes...feminism insists on reinventing the wheel too) Polygon Divine.The single reason I bought it, in spite of being advised against it by well wishing expert cyclists is the name Divine....Divya means Divine....The cycle was a match made in cycling Valhalla for me
I lovingly named her Moga- my loved one in Konkani
Now the ground reality...the wheels feel very unstable, the drop down position has my neck crying out in pain and what my little tush feels on that narrow seat is a different hell altogether--
Some cupids kill with arrows mine kills with the saddle....
I signed up for the Xaxti Full moon ride - The same Feb moon- The Snow Moon-The Great Moon....you get the drift
Besides the moon being full, my life also was crazy full this weekend...I had a National Cardiac Anesthesia Conference, A Funfair stall organising child, A recuperating mother in law all happening at the same time....my cup was just filleth over. Amol held it all in for me and also volunteered to partake in the full lunatic ride.....
Saturday evening ....I arrived at the jungle lodge in stilettos and conference look .... Thankfully I transformed to the 'I am crazy cyclist' mode quickly, much to all other cyclists relief...I can imagine their horror ....one look at me and the cycling enthusiasts could see their ride fall apart
The ride started with a quick briefing , on time (even joy rides are so professionally conducted), warnings about the wild animals, speeding motor vehicle bound homo sapiens, ways of the jungle were all noted....A support vehicle...supporting veteran cyclist looking out for newbies like us....had us cycle over a 60 km into the thick of the Netravali forests, in the thick of the night with only the moon shining over us......
Amol and me cycled stretches by ourselves under the starlit skies,
" A family that cycles together always stays together"( for all the reluctant spouses, a reason to pedal away)
We finished the ride strong inspite of the biting cold winds of the Western Ghats and were treated to a sumptuous dinner , a warm hearth and hospitality of Johnny , our cycling Host.
Sameer and his team (I know them by their cycles and jerseys but not by name) have a definite berth in the cycling Valhalla. To look out for weaklings and to care for others more than self restores faith in humanity
If cycling is the food of the soul, pedal on......
Just while the moon had me mooning over, I had a presentation at the Cardiac Conference in the the next 8 hours.....As usual Amol rose to the occasion, had me in the next few hours in the Saving Lives Doctor mode on....Overwhelmingly I won a prize at the National level for my Poster.....The joy indescribable ...my moment of glory.....my moment under the sun.....
I was not really done gushing over my sweet victory , my son had a stall at the evening Funfair and the mother in me took over for the next 8 hours...
Aditya's string the ring, but don't ring it was a major hit among kids and adults alike.....
He envisioned it, paid for the expenses with his pocket money, got it executed by his handy man, had me market his product at the stall......First few lessons in entrepreneurship were well executed.... He even won a Best Stall prize for it. I was so proud of him.
When a parent gives to the son,both laugh
When a son gives back to a parent, both cry....tears of joy
All these major wins happened from one moon rise to the other....The full moon indeed filleth my cup over.
PS- Also this is my leap year full moon....my birthday year..... my wish fulfilling moon....my Feb moon
