 ny.times - "...we’re amazed as fluffy wisps, like foam, gather and separate until the heavens look like an undulating ocean dancing before our so-shy Super Moon | GIVING THANKS FOR ABUNDANCE In this season of thanksgiving we have tremendous abundance to celebrate—loved ones, families and friends, work that brings us joy, tables filled with traditions savory and sweet, the beauty and the truth given us by art and artists and the miracles of the natural world we’re here to enjoy. Abundance is resplendent all around us. |
When my beau and I go for an after-work-hours drive, we follow our instincts looking for pleasures of abundance. Always we arrive at the perfect destination to have our searching eyes and our yearning hearts filled with satisfaction. For our viewing of last week’s Super Moon we take the back roads to park beside Lamar Lake before dusk’s offerings of cattails and lily pads, a late heron flying in low above the gently rippling water and a deckled, lacy tree line growing darker as the sky begins to lighten and announce the night’s well-publicized exhibition.
Having seen many anticipatory Super Moon photos posted to Facebook, expectations are high for a huge orb rising up above the horizon like a celestial giant. A collection of soft clouds gets in our way—loosely gathered, with gentle assertion they obscure the ascent, transforming our night into an experience so magical we’re still remembering and speaking with awe and wonder for this sacred, enchanted evensong.
While our puppy and a chorus of sweetly chirping crickets start to stir, above the treetops and reflected into the still waters, first comes a shimmering glow outlining the multitude of vapors floating in the atmosphere. Then appear sparkling diamonds penetrating the sky’s porous scrim as a levitating amber aura defines the moon’s hidden, steady rise.
“Look!” we say each time new variations appear in the cloud formations and light refractions. “Do you see that?” we ask, as up, up climbs our cause for adoration. Waiting and watching for her full, glowing manifestation, finally we realize her hiddenness will continue no matter how long we linger.
We drive home, happy though still hoping for more lunar abundance. With stems of celebratory eggnog we wander onto the back porch, through the yard, beyond the gate and into the tree-lined pasture.
While I perch in the old swing, suspended from an arching limb, my dear beau leaning against me, together we’re amazed as fluffy wisps, like foam, gather and separate until the heavens look like an undulating ocean dancing before our so-shy Super Moon.
Knowing we are blessed, we ring our prayer bowl and go inside to clink our chopsticks, plucking goodness from our bowls as round and beautiful and nourishing as our beloved moon and our conversation around December 1st, 2nd and 3rd and the tremendous abundance to be found at artCentral’s Holiday Boutique.
Having seen many anticipatory Super Moon photos posted to Facebook, expectations are high for a huge orb rising up above the horizon like a celestial giant. A collection of soft clouds gets in our way—loosely gathered, with gentle assertion they obscure the ascent, transforming our night into an experience so magical we’re still remembering and speaking with awe and wonder for this sacred, enchanted evensong.
While our puppy and a chorus of sweetly chirping crickets start to stir, above the treetops and reflected into the still waters, first comes a shimmering glow outlining the multitude of vapors floating in the atmosphere. Then appear sparkling diamonds penetrating the sky’s porous scrim as a levitating amber aura defines the moon’s hidden, steady rise.
“Look!” we say each time new variations appear in the cloud formations and light refractions. “Do you see that?” we ask, as up, up climbs our cause for adoration. Waiting and watching for her full, glowing manifestation, finally we realize her hiddenness will continue no matter how long we linger.
We drive home, happy though still hoping for more lunar abundance. With stems of celebratory eggnog we wander onto the back porch, through the yard, beyond the gate and into the tree-lined pasture.
While I perch in the old swing, suspended from an arching limb, my dear beau leaning against me, together we’re amazed as fluffy wisps, like foam, gather and separate until the heavens look like an undulating ocean dancing before our so-shy Super Moon.
Knowing we are blessed, we ring our prayer bowl and go inside to clink our chopsticks, plucking goodness from our bowls as round and beautiful and nourishing as our beloved moon and our conversation around December 1st, 2nd and 3rd and the tremendous abundance to be found at artCentral’s Holiday Boutique.
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