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playing with the moon

8/11/2014

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It’s the 2nd super moon of the summer;  this one—the middle of three—is the fullest of them in the sky, and the closest to us down here.
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Saturday night at dusk I went to the park next door to pay my respects, and stayed till full night fell.  There were only a few of us out.  Four guys on the next bench over were drinking beer from cans, playing guitar and singing together;  they had the lyrics to “Lying Eyes” shining before them on an iphone.  Their voices weren’t great, but who cares.  They asked me to join them, and when I lay down later on the grass to take pictures of the sky, noticing me there, one asked if I was ok.

I was playing with a camera I have on loan till Wednesday, one passed along to me so I can decide if I like it enough to buy.  With a few technical things figured out, I then played with the moon.

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Out again in reverence Sunday night, the air much warmer and soft on bare skin, the park’s slope was fuller.  People were out to look up at the sky.  There were small groups, some on blankets, others solitary, like me.

No camera this time, I listened to music: Benediction. (click the link to listen)

A plane passed overhead again, to the north of the moon, following the same flight path as the night before, at the same time.

A shade of cerulean hovered at the edges of the moon, bracketing it—I could see it especially when I looked from my peripheral vision.

Resting on the dry grass of the hill, with the warm air all around, and neighbours out and near, the mottled moon on its slow rise in the sky above all of us out gathered willingly below, we watched its passage through our lives tonight.

I remembered what being in love feels like, feeling myself there falling in love again with everything, anew.
It’s love made of unconditional willingness to be a part of it all, coming after forgiveness, or acceptance, of everything that’s come before, even if that everything’s not all understood, or, in fact, not understood at all.

It all comes surrender me to absolute mystery, where relinquishing of needing anything, even for a moment, busts me open to knowing about my own freedom.
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