I was in the midst of a mundane task ambling about inside an unlit room when I caught a glimpse of the moon. It stunned me. I found myself transfixed for who knows how long. Angling for a better view, I stood on the deck, engulfed by its light and the soothing sound of the ocean waves. All that I knew, believed and agonized over seemed to fall away.
I could not help but feel small, in a good way, and appropriately so. This sense of smallness somehow left me feeling comforted, connected and counted. It was as though for a brief moment, I possessed clarity in how it all made sense.
I have not felt that way in a very long time and I am grateful that:
a) I have the openness and emotional agility to allow the moon’s potent power to pull me in
b) despite a few droplets of cynicism that have crept in and managed to evaporate into a thin layer that sometimes fogs up my faith in things big and small, I can still receive some form of illumination from an unplanned source
c) I have the wherewithal to capture, share and reflect upon it. How easy is it to say who cares?
A flash of deeply felt clarity. That’s what the moon gave me the other night as I stood at the crossroads of reason and mystery. Whether or not it was valid is not for me to determine, debate or defend.
Mine is only one perspective, a small speck among billions needing, seeking, sometimes obstructing, hopefully eventually finding light. It’s small. Nevertheless, under the ageless, season-less lunar light, it counts.
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Has the moon ever moved you?
Have other celestial bodies?
image by me
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Very lovely post. I am a new reader and already looking forward to diving into your archives and reading forth coming posts! Thank you halfway point!
Beautiful post, Belinda.
I love your words here, Belinda, and especially these: “I stood at the crossroads of reason and mystery.” I feel like I live much of my life at that very spot and so am grateful for your reflection on what you’ve seen from your perspective.
The glimpses of the moon can be so powerful. This line especially resonated with me,
“Mine is only one perspective, a small speck among billions needing, seeking, sometimes obstructing, hopefully eventually finding light.” So true and universal. Thank you Belinda for this piece.