When I lived in the States I used to give myself a New Year’s present each year.  It was the We’moon Astrological Datebook filled with beautiful artwork, poetry and all types of amazing moon love.  In Flagstaff I would trudge through the snow and ice up to my favorite book store to get my new copy each year.  Then I would cross the street to the best coffee shop in the history of coffee shops and order a nice soy latte and an almond danish and dig into my new We’moon. If I was really lucky, the snow would be falling on South Beaver Street and all would be bliss.