The moon brings me into a different state of being.
That giant's fingernail, a sliver of goldenness, hanging low in the sky.
Or a full white orb. Blazing its' light like a beacon in the wee hours of the morning.
I'll stand outside, regarding the moon from my porch, wondering at it from the garden, wherever there is the best view.
Or I'll grab our kids, pajama'd and ready for bed, and show them the sight, pick out some stars, and enjoy that special moment of moonlit cuddles.
The moon makes us realise that we are small creatures, yet part of something bigger. It's the best reminder to pull us out of ego and into the picture on a grand scale.
Lately I've been watching a loved one, helpless, as they chart their course into illness and ours into grief. It's a journey with no return. We are sad, impossibly sad, but also grateful for small moments stolen together, for family time, for the kind words from friends, and appreciative of the little things that mean so much.
We don't have much time, and none of us know when our clock stops. It feels at times like these, kindness, love and care makes the world go round.
At times like these, the moments we can spend watching the moon and feeling it's unique pull, somehow helps. Reinforcing that it's time to seize the now, and let your people know just how much you love them.
Current mood: wistful, heartfelt
Drinking: tea (in a Wills + Kate wedding mug)
Listening to: Dora the Explorer in the background
Traveling to: Perth
Reading: The Obstacle is the Way
"Love always protects
Love always trusts
Love always hopes
Love always perserveres
Love never fails."