Last night the moon felt so close, as though the round magical sphere invited me to touch its evening glow.
Proximity, physically and emotionally, can be distorted.
There have been times when ancestors I never met breathed a sign of relief by a choice and action I took. Their exhale formed the words “Yes, finally, she is the one”.
I have experienced times so dark, so hurtful, it was all I could do to trust that feeling the absence of someone’s love did not require me to stop loving.
I have learned to walk away from comments that both give and take in one breath. The opposing words are distortions that choke with fear.
The moon is so bright, full, exquisite, promising me if I can trust enough to feel the pain I will continue to radiate light strong enough to illuminate the night.