The moon last night was just a golden sliver, pinned in the night sky. The man there mostly in shadow. As I was driving home from grabbing frozen yogurt I watched the thin crescent hanging against the black night. At the yogurt shop I was reminded of a deep heart longing that I never really forget. I was reminded on that drive home that this same golden moon shines on the other side of the world just as much as it shines here. That the same sky reaches from east to west and north to south with no breaks. These reminders brought me a sense of peace. A reminder to keep hoping.
We went away for the weekend, just a short jaunt to relax as husband and wife. We haunted used bookstores, trading our old reads for new to us reads. Even in this modern age of electronic books I still love the feel of pages between my fingers. I bought poetry of Emily & the Brontë’s, and murder mysteries. Miss Dickenson is my favorite, I can feel her when she says,
Not knowing when the dawn will come
….I open every door;
Or has it feathers like a bird,
….Or billows like a shore?
Over a three cheese cheese crisp and tacos we talked about our fears, our inability to take steps, & our dreams. It isn’t a new conversation. I can’t wait for it to be a done one.
There is something about these trips. Stealing away for a couple of nights, visiting restaurants & coffee houses we don’t have at home. Giving ourselves a change of scenery. There is a realigning that happens on these weekends, within our own selves and with the two of us as a whole.
0210 Rain days
0212 Naps with chihuahuas
0213 Our Compassion sponsor daughter, Delinah, graduating from the program & going onto further education to become a teacher.
0214 The way the clouds lie on the mountains after the rain
0215 A gift from a friend Down Under
0216 Sleeping in your own bed
0217 A friend’s good news
0218 Rooibos lavender tea
0219 Clawfooted tubs
What gifts are you counting today?