Journals
One day, my backpack will become too heavy and I’ll have to set my past down.
One day, my backpack will become too heavy and I’ll have to set my past down.
When I look at our moon I see something that we all share
with every ancestor that’s ever walked, swam or squiggled this Earth.
I see our closest heavenly body
a reminder to take a look just outside the confines of what seems like, “all of it”.
I see the missing piece that creates our wholeness.
I think of every other body I must have had before this one and how they must have, with questions and love and pain, been in awe of her power just the same.
Tonight I walked outside six times to greet the moon, said hello to neighbors doing the same in below freezing weather, in my bathrobe and slippers, I set my bowl of crystals on the frozen earth before the feet of the only tree in our yard
I peered up at her blood red body and I didn’t ask our moon for anything, I just said, “thanks.”