9/23
I AM A MAN UNDER THE MOON
I woke up to this in big letters, made with a Sharpie, a blue one. On the back of some unsorted junk mail.
The night was approaching midnight. The moon was halved outside on the deck through the trees. My nightly visit before turning in. To get under the stars and look up into the night. It sums me up, this phase. All man but subject to the tides. To Nature’s celestial phases. To earthbound cycles. Even with the mantra of yes, water above all, is subject to the moon. How perfect this reminder. This humility. And this acknowledgement.
One man and all my aspirations, my dreams and visions. Big. Like earth-sized BIG. And yet, under the moon, subject to her phases. Her fullness and light. And her darkness, her shadow, and hiding from sight.
It’s rather appropriate we are at the Equinox. Right-in-the-middle. So too, the moon, halved. There before me, all of us, as she waxes on in the nights ahead.
Not all is lost. Not all is revealed. There is promise, everywhere actually. But not fully. Not summer but not winter yet. The invitation is to light some candles, and prepare. Fullness is coming. A harvest even. But the mornings are brisk now. And so too, the evenings. Change and movement are afoot. In many ways, surf is coming. The invitation is to prepare. Comforts will not last but after all, this isn’t about staying still. Or even holding on. The invitation is to let go. To surrender under this grace of place and station..
Yes…knowing thyself AND bowing to the movement. In it. Breathing. And a Namaste.
