No sky could hold
so much light–
and here comes the brimming,
the flooding and streaming
out of the clouds
and into the leaves...
~ from "Harvest Moon" by Mary Oliver
No sight makes me more excited to be alive and awake than the moon glowing bright at past 4 a.m. on another morning when I am wakened by the urge to pee. Facebook is flooded with images of this dazzling orb, red in some parts of the world, a luminous white in mine.
Up to 6 a.m. this Wednesday, the full moon was still setting, framed by the branches of pine trees outside our bedroom window. My grandchild Kai did a moon dance while I got ready to dress her up for school.
Would I had a child's courage and strength to hop and skip and do a dance as a gesture of thankfulness for the free gifts of Nature.
But I am only a half-mute witness to this godly hour, and the camera phone I borrowed from my husband Rolly Fernandez, who mumbled from the depths of his slumber that yes, I could borrow his gadget, cannot adequately capture this glory be moment.
Enough said, now back to workaday deadlines!
