I always 'greet' the moon - before I plug in the coffeepot. Just a little routine I have - keeps me in tune with the outside world...the one that really counts. Kinda like kneeling in the garden dirt, about mid August, surrounded by the sound of a few honeybees, birds chattering in the chicken yard - scrambling for the left-over chicken morsels from a dozen over-fed, happy chickens. The soothing, pervasive musky odors of aged working compost and energized dirt in which my veggies are also feeding. I believe I feel better for having sunk my fingers into the dark dirt and behind a weed root. Truth is, I think the electronics of the Universe run through me, steadying the polarities of the stresses gained during the previous days spent dealing with the man-made world in which I attempt to function. "The Force be with you..." comes to mind. These "forces" hold the Universe together...it works for me! But I digress, back to this morning's rare moment...
Of course, I dared not let my sleepy best friend enjoy the rest of his warm, quiet rest; of course, he 'decided' to join me in my Nature fizz!
First, the eastern sky lightened and a pale pink/purple tinge dusted the bottoms of the few lingering clouds on the horizon.
On the other horizon, a sleepy full moon began its descent; the synchronicity was palpable! A finely tuned Natural rhythm, chanting a mantra heard only in our racing heartbeats.
At one point, our fingers lost feeling; holding a metal camera in 30 degree temps with a breeze...is challenging. But the saga had a strong hold and we persevered.
IN MEMORY OF BOOBIE/POOH BEAR, November, 2013.
May NATURE prevail through your eternity.