Writing my way through the A-to-Z blogging challenge, I’m sharing my thoughts and reflections on a lexicon (vocabulary specific to a certain subject) of unusual, obscure, or simply charming-to-me words. Ludic is defined as “playful, in an aimless way” and that’s my plan for approaching this challenge – keeping my feet on the joy trail and meandering wherever the daily word takes me.
V is for…
vespertine – (adj) of, relating to, or occurring in the evening; active, flowering or flourishing in the evening.
The root of this beautiful-to-me word is the Latin vesper, which means “evening star.” It’s related to Greek Hesperus, the personification of that star, which is what Venus was known as when she showed up in her evening star iteration. The word came into English in the late 14th century from French vespre (“evening” or “nightfall”).
I find the etymology of vespertine particularly interesting as Venus and her travels are of great interest to me. I was, in fact, born when she was appearing as an evening star. Determining where Venus was from your astrological natal chart is simple. First locate where your Sun is. If Venus is positioned clockwise from the Sun, Venus was in her morning star mode. If Venus is positioned counterclockwise from your Sun, she was an evening star.
I love the mysteries of the night. I love the night sky, and I love all things lunar. And it just so happens that today is the full moon. The full Pink Moon. Every moon carries multiple names, as each culture chooses a predominant signifier for that time of the year. So Pink moon actually refers to the time when wild ground phlox also known as the herb moss pink shows its beautiful self widely. Being the flora adorer I am, I love that connection. But I also like imagining the moon is actually pink as well. That she slips on a lovely pink gown for this lunation celebration.
Very often when I look at the moon, I think about how others all over the world are looking at the moon with me. I find that so extraordinarily powerful – it feels like such a reminder to me of our connection no matter what our separations might be.
I also think of all those in the past who moon gazed and always end up thinking of the poets who let the moon pull words from their souls. Isn’t the moon a perfect inspiration to write haiku?
But I truly love Rumi’s beautiful poem:
Hafiz understood this as well. Clearly he knew about the love-window.
Sometimes I imagine what it would have been like to know Rumi, to know Hafiz. How I would love to speak with them, and I’d would most definitely like to do it in a night-blooming garden.
Imagine the conversations that might be had amongst these blooms from the Flowers of the Night Oracle?
I’m wishing you a wonderful Pink Moon celebration and hope you invite the moon to breathe into you.
But in the meantime, I’d love to know what you imagine when you look at the moon? Are you tempted to wear pink in solidarity tonight? Are you a vespertine soul, or is day time your niche? Do tell – you know I love to hear.