Ladybugs Don't Care

I found close to a dozen ladybugs going about their business, two were even fornicating, in this barren waste land of an unintentional rock garden.

Why?  Wouldn't a ladybug prefer a real garden with flowers and grass?  I mean this area is just an abandoned parking lot.  I started thinking that if a ladybug can flourish here, maybe I can flourish in a place that isn't really suited to me.

I also thought, although a bit cliche - that beauty truly can be found in unexpected places.

And lastly I thought, these ladybugs do have wings in which to fly away from this barren place, why don't they find a more suitable environment?

Do I have wings to do the same?

Orange Moon

It was this kind of moon tonight. 

Technically, what is referred to as a Harvest Moon, except that term is really reserved for full moons in autumn.

When I see a full moon, especially one as big and close and orange as the one tonight.  I feel excitement! It's like I can't contain myself; and then I realize there's really nothing to do but look at it, or perhaps try to capture it with your camera phone.

I asked myself tonight, what is it that would satisfy my relationship with the moon? Where do I want to direct my excitement?

My answer: I realized I wish on nights like this, there were still pagan festivals, where one could dance around a bonfire, naked and fornicate in a clearing in the woods. Everyone laughing out loud with joy and abandon. Not in worship of the moon, but rather in acknowledgment and awe.