I am sure you are well aware, if you have followed my blog for any length of time, that I love to sit outside at night, bathed in starlight or moonlight or both. When you are aware of the moon each night, her ever changing face does not surprise you. If you are habitually inside after dark, you may be surprised by the full moon or the absence of a moon on any given night. Take a moment to look at the entire circle of the phases of the moon; it is quite an elegant dance and beautiful.
One month ago Able drove me home from the airport and we sat out on the patio gazing into the darkness with the thinest slice of the waning moon high above us. We were in wide eyed shock, following Danny's death and our minds scrambled to grasp the new reality of the patterns of our lives. Now we have passed all the way around the circle and find that same thin slice of moon above us once again. Silently the moon circles the earth, the earth spins and swings in a wide arc around our burning star, as it has for millennium.
Time, as we know it, is linear, not infinite; we see today, and this only, but there is much more than today. There is yesterday and all the yesterdays before that, full of love and song, sorrow and despair, glory and shame; and there are also all the tomorrows which lie before us. There are blue eyed babes yet to be born and strong, dark men whom we will never live to see, waiting in the wings for their time upon this turning stage, so fraught with the unexpected, unbelievable and unexplained.
It is enough to be allowed to see a few new lives, to hear a few old tales, to join souls with a few kindred spirits and gentle hearts. Life is short but we have time enough to love and to help each other. We mustn't become greedy, after all, lest we begin to believe that this brief life is all there is.