Summer moon

by | Jan 17, 2011 | Uncategorized | 4 comments

Last night when I got home, the air was still. High in the sky I saw the summer moon, swelling towards fullness, sailing past the cypress tree. Clouds gathered underneath, the clouds that today have brought welcome rain to thirsty trees and gardens.
Once, people reckoned time in moons. ‘Many moons ago,’ they would say as they thought of time past, or ‘two moons hence.’ I found myself doing the same. ‘Last waxing moon,’ I reflected, ‘I was finishing work for the year, and preparing to go on holiday.’ I remembered how many tasks there were to do, and how busy I was.
Now, under this liquid moon that bulges into a heart shape, while a dark heart opens up in the clouds beneath, I am relaxed and ‘well holidayed.’ I find myself wondering how this moon looks in the northern hemisphere, where friends will be seeing it rise above snowy landscapes, and how it looks in Brazil where so many lives have been lost in floods and landslides; how it looks in countries at war, and how it looks in countries at peace.
What does this moon see when it gazes down at you tonight?

4 Comments

  1. lifeonthecutoff

    It is almost midnight here, Juliet, and the clouds are blocking the moonlight on a very cold night. Ah, but to embrace a cold night, safe and warm inside, and wish that safety and peace were upon everyone right now. That is my late evening prayer.

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  2. juliet

    Ah yes Penny, I was thinking of you in those cold temperatures, so extreme compared with ours. May all beings be safe and warm – yes, I join you in your prayer.

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  3. Joan

    I remember when young coming out of church after Easter midnight mass and seeing the big full moon and thinking ‘this is the very moon that shone on Moses and the Hebrews and lit their way as they fled Egypt.. The passover moon that shone on Jesus in Gesthemane’…and feeling very moved. I love your heart moon. A lovely post Juliet.

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  4. Marilyn

    I have enjoyed catching up on your posts Juliet.
    I too often think of the moon, of how the moon looks down on us on our hot humid nights. And of how it looks down on each and every other country before it makes its way back to us the next night. I can’t imagine all that it witnesses.

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