New Moon
Imagine keeps running up the stairs to tell me what they've discovered about crop circles and all the freaky things surrounding them. He's watching national geographic. He's sooooooo excited. I realized I'm not sure how I feel about crop circles. It's one of those things that you can take or leave I guess and I'm not excited. But there's that whole sacred geometry thing that I love and no matter how you take things, either down to the smallest molecule or out to the ever expanding universe there are always these same patterns that are a part of everything-- even my lanky 10 year-old draped over the couch munching bavarian pretzels with forehead creased in deep thought and absorption of new and ever more astounding events.
But I do know how I feel about this earth, born from the death of a star-- exploding. The moon pulled together from leftover pieces of a colliding planet, now our constant companion. How the moon is our companion we do not realize until one day in our life we notice the darkness of its absence during the new moon phase. I am not sure that Imagine has noticed that yet. He sees the small crescent as it begins to wax again, but he has never expounded on the darkness of the moon in shadow. But lately it has become my favorite time. I was born under a new moon and have been told that this is the reason for my deep, underlying sadness. I understand the moon in shadow. I can tell that it is still there, enormous in the tides and somehow calming all the jellyfish into receding from the shore.
But I do know how I feel about this earth, born from the death of a star-- exploding. The moon pulled together from leftover pieces of a colliding planet, now our constant companion. How the moon is our companion we do not realize until one day in our life we notice the darkness of its absence during the new moon phase. I am not sure that Imagine has noticed that yet. He sees the small crescent as it begins to wax again, but he has never expounded on the darkness of the moon in shadow. But lately it has become my favorite time. I was born under a new moon and have been told that this is the reason for my deep, underlying sadness. I understand the moon in shadow. I can tell that it is still there, enormous in the tides and somehow calming all the jellyfish into receding from the shore.