Frozen Moon
The moon is full tonight, and it causes me to wonder. Which things are connected to which? We grasp at the moon or other coincidences to explain.
The moon is most handy perhaps because it’s always in flux. What better to describe the moving target truths in our lives than something which is always on the move?
I wish I knew the deeper truths on nights like these. Have they been told to me plainly this evening, or are they only told in phase?
I would like the moon to freeze for me, for all of us, sometimes… full or eclipsed… so that truth might do the same. There would be a certain security in that which I cannot otherwise provide for myself, or for those I love.