Bella Luna

A full moon brings much to mind;. moments of irrevocable memory and depth. Tonight I spent some time soaking in the dim waning moonlight. I was slightly melancholy in the cool spring air. Frustration with the dimming of the light metaphorically I suppose. Monday night, however, was a different story entirely. I drove home from my night class listening to Jason Mraz and staring at the moon in all her springtime glory. I was headed home to my husband and his wonderful culinary offering for the evening (Brussels sprouts and chicken stir fry with brown rice) when Jason began to croon to the moon. As many of my friends know I have a very odd knack for having the perfect song (usually Sting or occasionally U2) come on the radio at apropos moments, so I laughed with the shear perfection of the moment.

Moon at full, shining into my eyes I listened to this serenade: "Mystery the moon / A hole in the sky. . . / You are an illuminating anchor / Of leagues to infinite number / Of crashing waves and breaking thunder / Tiding the ebb and flows of hunger / You expose all memory / You make the most of boundary / You're the ghost of royalty imposing love / You are the queen and king combining everything / Intertwining like a ring around the finger, of a girl / I'm just a singer, you're the world / All I can bring ya / Is the language of a lover / Bella luna, my beautiful, beautiful moon / How you swoon me like no other." ~Jason Mraz

Sometimes God is very kind with the way He shows us the art of His hands whether moon or melody. I felt pure delight at what some might consider mere irony. Yet I see it as the wink of a wise father to his work worn daughter. A reminder that God is in the details and is ever aware of my wishes to find beauty, even on a dark ride home from a night of student conferences.

So tonight's melancholy, brought on by a sister's family moving across the country is lessened a bit by the memory of God's kindness. I feel him in my life daily, despite the sadness I feel with my lovely nieces and nephew headed to Indiana. It is a blessing for their father to have a good job, and I would love the adventure of moving myself, so it is only self pity and selfishness that make me sad ... which means I will get over it soon enough, since I don't enjoy wallowing. Soon God will send me and mine on an adventure of our own, and we are excited to see what He has planned for us. So tonight I will howl a little and embrace the dimming light of evening.