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FOURTY-THREE DAYS 'TIL WHITE OUT WEEKEND!
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"There's something about a full moon that turns us all into werewolves of the soul. Not the fangs and fur variety, but the kind that makes perfectly rational people stand on their porches at two in the morning, staring up like they're waiting for Western Union to deliver a telegram from the cosmos. The Pueblo peoples called it the Cold Moon, which seems about right for January, though I prefer to think of it as nature's spotlight, illuminating all those things we tucked away in the darker corners of our psyche. Jung would probably say the moon's just holding up a mirror to our collective unconscious, reminding us that we're all connected to something older and stranger than our day planners and dental appointments would suggest. Thoreau spent a whole night watching the moonlight on Walden Pond, and I figure if it was good enough for Henry David, it's good enough for this humble radio jockey to take a moment, step outside the booth here at KBHR, and let that silver light wash over me like a cosmic rinse cycle for the spirit. The moon is full, folks. Which means maybe it's time we fill ourselves up with a little wonder too.
You know, cold is one of those democratic forces, right up there with gravity and mortality. Doesn't matter if you're driving a Lexus or a '72 Pinto, when that mercury drops, we're all just warm-blooded mammals trying to hang onto our ninety-eight point six degrees. The Inuit, they've got something like fifty words for snow, but I wonder how many they have for cold. Because there's cold like a crisp apple, invigorating, makes you feel alive; and then there's cold like the dark side of the moon, the kind that makes you question your life choices. Nietzsche said what doesn't kill us makes us stronger, but I think he wrote that in a heated study, probably wearing a nice wool sweater. Cold teaches us humility. It reminds us we're not the masters of the universe we sometimes fancy ourselves to be. We're just visitors here, borrowing warmth from the sun, burning yesterday's forests, huddling together. Maybe, just maybe, that's the gift of it. Cold brings us closer, literally and figuratively. So bundle up out there, Cicely. Spring's coming, but winter's got a few more lessons to teach us first" CHRIS IN THE MORNING KBHR 57AM