Driving tonight I was once again distracted by beauty. This photo turned out rather funky but I like it anyway. The white orb in the middle is the moon rising in the centre of a busy thoroughfare. The street lights and car taillights are the other colourful dots. I could scarcely keep my eyes on the car ahead of me as I caught sight of the beautiful full moon low on the horizon.
What is it about the moon that attracts the gaze of humans? After half a century on earth I still find it can take my breath away. I find myself fixated on its brightness, its roundness, and its texture. I watch it rise and love its fullness as it leaves the horizon. Part of me wants to pluck it out of the sky and bite into it, devouring its richness; another part of me is horrified at the thought of defiling it in this way. Perhaps it is my prairie girlness that aches for the sheer beauty of it and creates a longing of something beyond this expansive earth. That deep instillation of the land in my soul that cannot be separated ever.
I have so many happy memories of the moon: a smile in the Kenyan smile, a reflection on a mountain lake in Kelowna, a red harvest moon rising over the prairie fields, and a sliver peeking through clouds as the waves crashed in Crete. Yes, Beah is correct, the moon makes me happy because of the special memories it creates: romantic suppers, dancing in the moonlight, a hacky sack game in the dark in Guatemala, breathing in the peace of friends and campfires on Manitoba nights, a surprise birthday kiss from a Belgium pilgrim who was en route to El Camino via Taize, and so much more. I do not grumble when the moon shines...I shine!
Let the moon bless your heart with joy. Play in its light and know that you too were made to shine.
Peace,
Suzanne
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