When the moon offered me wonder
I stepped outside in my slipper and robe, chilled by a mild January morning. The sun wasn't up yet, but that was the point. To go out into the darkness of early morning to witness the eclipse of a super blue moon.
Luna (the name stuck thanks to Bear in the Big Blue House) has always felt magical. But it had been a long time since I made an effort to visit with her. Over the last couple years I'd notice her on drives to work or home. I'd say a quick, "Hi Luna" with a jaunty wave. That was the extent of our relationship.
But the morning of the eclipse, I craved her presence, like an old friend who I haven't seen in years but knows all my dark secrets and still loves me. I stood in my backyard and just watched her. I let her light in and I felt awe and wonder. Ineffable. That's word used to described a spiritual experience. A word to describe the indescribable.
Awe and wonder don't do the feelings justice, but I think you get the point. Shear amazement that something so beautiful exists, even in this turbulent time. Humility that it existed long before me and will go on long after.
I felt small. Not in an insignificant way. Instead that smallness made me feel like a piece of the larger, greater whole. And that made me feel loved, worthy, and significant.
Under the cool, fading light, I felt joy and sadness, hope and devastation, love and apathy. It all filled me up and split me open.
Luna, on that morning, re-gifted me WONDER.
Do you remember that feeling? It's pretty common in childhood, a soulmate to Curiosity. They go hand-in-hand as we discover our world. They often partner up with Delight. As we get older and more practical, wonder fades and curiosity becomes a tool to get ahead, to be successful.
For the two days after the eclipse, Luna remained unobstructed in the early morning sky. She rode shotgun as I drove to work, sharing the sky with Ray. I opened my hear to quiet conversation with her, ones that never reached my practical, conscious mind.
She opened me up to synchronicity, to messages I needed to hear. I heard Thomas Moore talk with Oprah about the spiritual power of looking up. I listened to Mastin Kipp recite from the Gospel of Thomas.
I ended January with a plan to embody abundance, connection, courage, and well-being in 2018. But Luna tapped me on the shoulder and whispered, "Don't forget Wonder."
Thank you, Luna, for the reminder.