Look carefully and you will see the moon.
It was peacefully beautiful yesterday afternoon when I arrived back at the cottage after a family time saying good-bye to my brother-in-law. The weekend was filled with sadness, of course, and also with humor; but then it all became enshrouded in gratitude.
The gratitude continues. As I lifted my head this morning (at 5:50, after eight and half hours of deep sleep), there was the waning moon, a sliver of a thing, but looming large on the horizon in preparation to become a daytime moon. I went out with my coffee in the morning twilight and sat in silence, solitude and simplicity as the sun joined the moon.
The gratitude continues. As I lifted my head this morning (at 5:50, after eight and half hours of deep sleep), there was the waning moon, a sliver of a thing, but looming large on the horizon in preparation to become a daytime moon. I went out with my coffee in the morning twilight and sat in silence, solitude and simplicity as the sun joined the moon.
