The moon is a loyal companion.
It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.
Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.
It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.
Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.
Tahereh Mafi
SHATTER ME
Last night when I went to bed, I looked up through the sky light and I saw the moon. It was half hidden by moving tree branches, but the beams streamed down brightly lighting our room. I moved to the center of the bed framing the full moon in the sky light frame.
Astrologically, I am a "Moon Child" (Cancer) and I will admit I fell in love with the moon as a young child. The moon has always been there for me whether I see it or not. I simply glance up to the sky and I sense it is there listening to me.
Lying in my bed, I keep repositioning myself to stay covered by moonbeams as the moon gently glides across the sky. This old friend of mine has heard me beg, bargain, and cry. I have witnessed its passage across the dark sky more times than I can count. I reposition myself again, as the full moon continues on its path and soon will be out of my sight.
We will be flying back to Illinois, leaving this paradise. We will be returning to the possibility of ice and snow. There will not be vibrant flowers to greet us, nor will there be swaying palm trees, the ocean or the gulf. The fishing boats and yachts will all be left behind. The outdoor eateries and diversity of mankind, absent. Art galleries, street artists and art festivals will all carry on without us. There is a sense of loss within me, but it is balanced by the hope of another time to return. This is not goodbye.
Upon returning home, I will be joyful to once again find the moon waiting to reflect all parts of my self ... the rotation of full radiance, shadows, darkness, and cycles of on going change, never the same. The moon is a comforting constant in my life, no matter where I go.
This is a perfect way for my last night's stay in Key West ... communing with the full moon. For me, the moon is a promise of tomorrow and the beholder of my gratitude and thanksgiving. It is never really clear to me if I am witnessing the moon or if the moon is witnessing me, but we seem to be present. for each other. "I see the moon and the moon sees me."
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