I've found myself feeling more and more drawn to watching the moon this fall. Life is simpler under the moon. The night is quiet, with only a few sounds that don't seem to fit in with the natural rhythms of water rushing down the creek, the whir of insects in the grass, and the whisper of wind through the trees. My canine companion disagrees with me, perking his ears and swiveling his head at every sound I can't seem to hear.
Sometimes I just want to sit down on the damp moss underfoot and lean against a tree, gazing at the constellations and feeling the cool light of the moon on my face. It's a calmer light than the rush-rush-rush of the sun. The daylight calls to me gaily, inviting me to dance, to run, to plant things and grow. The moonlight seems to pat me on the shoulder, slowing me down to appreciate the silvery beauty of a darker night.
Tonight there isn't a moon in sight, and I'm a bit saddened by this. Things are all rush-rush-rush, even after daylight fades away. The blessings of having family close in spirit and in mileage do require a bit more work, but it's worth it. I miss the moon telling me this, reminding me to slow down and appreciate the beauty as I prepare for visitors.
I know she'll be back. In the mean time, I'm counting my many blessings...there is much to be thankful for.
I hope everyone has a blessed holiday. Happy Thanksgiving!
