Cora was in a rage about the car ride. And it was making me feel sick to my stomach. As we turned east on the highway, heading back to our house, I saw it. Was it really the moon? Surely not, it couldn't be. And as I was realizing that it was indeed the moon, Jaron nudged me and pointed to it. He knows my affection for a lovely moon. And this one. Oh this one. I've never seen one more glorious. It appeared enormous, as it moved out from behind buildings. It was the most beautiful color, red and orange dancing together. Almost instantly it eased the anxiety within me, caused by a screaming child in the backseat. All became steady and still. I wanted to ask Jaron a million scientific questions, but didn't dare upset Cora more with my voice. So instead I stayed quiet, took it in. And prayed. A prayer of thanks and praise for such wonder, for new understanding. And then, Cora's cries softened, slowed, and she fell asleep.
Oh my God, that moon
What's a blood moon, I wonder
Right now, it's Heaven
I've wanted to write about our Winter weekends. How they sustained me through the long, cold weekdays. How they restored me with lots of time with my people, in our home and throughout our city. I've wanted to share pictures. Pictures of our adventures with friends and family and our adventures of lazy nothingness. Pictures of our kids growing and changing and interacting together more and more. And there was this great need to get it all perfect. To tell it all or nothing in just the way I needed to remember and record it. Well, that has overwhelmed me and kept me from writing much of anything at all.
But here I am, writing. And it feels good to be writing.
I don't often pray with a haiku. Okay, never. But I'm telling you, that moon. That moon was something special. Thank you, God, for that moon.
Since I don't have an amazing shot of that moon, this feels like a good photo as this was right at the end of Winter/beginning of Spring. We can start fresh from here...