If the moon was out in the past three months, I have seen it.
I am in a rare window. Made possible by my momentary sleeplessness due to physical pain I am healing. When tired of the house, I hit the streets. Well, the one in front of me since I live on a cul-de-sac. At various hours of the night I could be seen pacing, if you were up. And few people are. But that doesn’t stop me, or the moon.
The other evening was no exception. This time I was rounding the bend on the Monticello Trail at sunset. The moon was sitting in a tree over my right shoulder. Luscious, gorgeous. With the moon this close, all things felt within reach.
It was 11/11, an auspicious date and full of significance according to astrologers. As I write this I am listening to Max Richter’s gorgeous music, “Dream 13” and I cannot remember the significance. Except that energies are moving, shifts are possible. We are all going home one way or another. To love.
That is cliche. But I felt the difference the entire length of my Trail walk. It all comes down to love or fear. True what they say, and I forget daily. So, I am leaving the fear in the limbs of trees to send back to the earth’s core. I visualize this now.
Visualization is all we have here. I have no photos to show of my moon moments as I am lacking the proper equipment. Some of my best spiritual moments are like that. I once encountered a hawk on the trail sitting on a tree branch a couple yards away almost at eye level, and it did not budge for over twenty minutes. We had a conversation like: “How is that you are here and I have no camera?” A friend said, “Well, maybe you weren’t supposed to. “ Hawk is messenger in the Native American landscape and I guess it is best to receive the message if you can.
Yes, to receive. To receive the beauty.
Some of the moons have shocked me. I remember gasping out loud when it was a golden lantern in the middle of a quilted night sky. The sky could have been the sea with the lights shining on a thousand jellyfish. The puffs seemed to go on forever.
I could have missed this. I have missed this for years.
Funny, there can be grace in the midst of an odyssey. I usually forget. A hawk, or a moon in the night sky can be enough.
At least for a moment. And we are all working to trust the next moment takes care of itself. Takes good care of you. And me.
~ KB