Pet Moon

























In the past, when I would spot a full moon high in the sky I'd cry.  I could hide all I was feeling from friends, family, from my art, from my writing and even from myself but not from the moon. On those nights when I had lost track of time and was surprised to find a full moon I could do nothing but stare at it and be completely honest. I'd then confess all my sins to the moon. I'd ask it for favors and was unashamed in admitting all that I really wanted. I would then find myself begging at the moon.

It didn't surprise me to find August calling the moon, asking for it to come out for her.  The moon is her pet moon, her friend. When I saw the full moon hanging from the sky in just the perfect way, we pulled over and I got August out of the truck to see her moon. She waved hello and said to it,"I have a pretty dress on and pretty shoes." She was showing the moon her outfit and catching it up on what it had missed since she saw it last.  It followed her home and along the way she was talking and singing to it. Once we got home August danced around with her moon. I am no longer moved to tears when I see a full moon. Moon finally heard me and I have nothing to ask of it anymore.  I just say thank you every night.


3 Comments:

Blogger Francesca said...

what a nice feeling!
my eldest's first word (second?) was "moon".

Friday, July 18, 2014  
Blogger moonshinejunkyard said...

so beautiful. the moon is infinitely striking to babies, as she should be. i showed lucy the sign for moon and told her the words: "moon" "la luna" "la luna llena" as soon as she could look up and see it. i am hoping polly can identify the moon in the sky as early as lucy did. helps us all feel grounded, and blessed.

Monday, July 28, 2014  
Blogger ♥ tinyWOOLF ♥ said...

this moon, yeah. cosmo & co.; remember? the moon of love... moonstruck, baby. n♥

Wednesday, August 27, 2014  

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