Monday, April 14, 2014

In the full moonlight...



Oh, my...  Would you take a look at the moon picture sent to me by my son!?! Is it not fabulous? I have told you before in this blog how absolutely crazy I am about the moon... I honestly simply adore it... That's all.. Tonight is a full moon... A total eclipse... A pink moon...  The willow moon... The wind moon... And the tree moon, I think... And someone said a blood moon...? All I know, it's a "drop dead gorgeous" moon!

Can you feel the magic all around us? Blessings, gifts, tumult, and tears. In other longer-ago days, on a full moonglory night such as this, you would find me out on the country roads, parked in my Daddy's field... outside on my cedar deck, or bathed in golden beamed  moonlight as I slept in a beautiful eastern bay window.... Here at Mom's, I promised her not to go do such wild, irresponsible things... So this remarkable photo from my son is a pure gift, proof he remembers the nights his crazy mom packed his sleepy tail in our T-bird, and sashayed all over the county, windows open, both of us hooping and laughing at the moon... Our moon.  His text with this photo read, "Oh, dat moon!"

I dance tonight in these freezing temperatures (yes, hard freeze, 26°, predicted tonight). But I probably will dance alone, in my memories...  Of course, if I'm going to use memory, magic, and moonlight to dance... I might as well conjure up a partner in crime... Would it be my first crush? My first love? Someone dear,  My sweetie from afar? A mysterious Mr. Perfect from the future? My daddy? Oh, my wonderful grandfather driving around the farm on a grey, Ferguson tractor in the moonlight...  Mom? or my grandmothers? It could be some wonderful girlfriends... We have torn up the hills a time or two... Or my wonderful only little boy in that old T-bird? All good choices, don't you think? Luckily, just this once, I'm taking them all.

We are, in sure fact, a part of all that we have been. Woven by experience, charmed by memory's forgiving grace, blessed beyond comprehension... To the Heavenly Father, who did INDEED hang the moon, my thanks.


Whimsy and Hugs!

5 comments:

NanaDiana said...

Gayla- That is a beautiful post. We are indeed shaped by all that has touched our lives-past and present. We dance to the tunes that are imbedded deep in our souls-and sing songs that echo deep within us. Great post- xo Diana

Becky K. said...

Love this. I slept through the glory of this moon....but as it was cloudy I don't think I missed much. Thanks for bringing it to me in such a meaningful way.

Art @ Home said...

It is a great photo. I hate we missed it, but we can watch video on the internet, I suppose. Lovely, sentimental post, Gayla.

Tessa~ Here there be musing said...

How wonderful! Both that your son took this lovely moon photo, for you. And that you gave him such memories of moon magic, when he was younger. :-)

Sweet and magical post, all round. Love your way with words.

Here we had and will have cloud cover. So no Fully Pink Moon sighting for me. -pout- Well, I did see it waxing, a couple of nights ago.....

Happy Moon-Dreaming Day to you!

bj said...

"Dance as if no one is watching.""
Xoxo, bj