The Moon and Me

Wow, this morning, the full moon gave a spectacular show!  At predawn, it shone in the west, lined up with the about to rise sun in the east.  Flanked by neighbors’ trees, the moon’s soft golden aura mesmerized me.  

I stared at it and connected to it like no other time.  She blew me a kiss, her right eye open and left eye in a wink.  

“I love you, too!”  I said, realizing our connection came from a deep place.  My surname, Lua, means moon in Portuguese.  I’m grateful my ancestors chose this beautiful name in its honor.  Moved, tears welled up.  

I’m grateful for our magical sky, especially during its wondrous show at night.  Our fascination with it from the beginning of time continues.  Birds and sea and sky travelers continue to navigate according to the stars.  Our brilliant, ancient ancestors constructed pyramids, temples, homes, and structures in alignment with the sun, moon, planets, stars, and/or the four directions throughout the world.  Farmers continue to plant according to moon cycles.

Captive, I kept my eyes on the kissing moon until the Earth spun and hid it in the passion fruit vines over the arbor next door.  

“Thank you!  See you tonight!” I said and blew her a kiss.

Image Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech (Hi Sheldon, Leonard, Raj, and Howard!)