I’m healing. How can I tell you ask? Because I was filled with joy this morning witnessing a full harvest moon and a sunrise painted in the lightest pinks and blues. I was blessed today to look west and see the moon in all her glory and east to see the sun painting the sky in welcome to the day. Can it get any better?
Let’s look back a year ago. This sight wouldn’t have done anything for me. Seriously, if it had gotten a dead voiced “nice” it would have been an occurrence. What probably would have happened is that someone would have asked if I saw the moon and my look would have been one of “Moon? What moon?” The delicate beauty I witnessed this morning in the sunrise and the blatant unabashed glory of the moon would have gone unnoticed.
This morning I woke at 12:30 AM just to see the moon. It lit my backyard like the sun was out and was just amazing. I specifically woke up to witness the Harvest moon and I am thrilled that I did. Then this morning I played hide and seek with her all the way to work. She won as when I pulled in to the drive for work there she was hanging over the top of it. Getting out of the car I leaned and stared in wonder for a bit at the moon. Then I turned. Mother Nature wasn’t done with me yet. There was the sunrise in the most delicate pinks and blues. I stood there basking in the beauty of the coming day.
I am healing. Other years it took days after 9/11 for me to not want to flip people the bird. Now I bow my head, say a prayer, promise to do and be my best for those we lost on that day and since, then turn my head to the world and express my thanks for being here. For the chance to make it a better place, one breath at a time.