Sunday, August 21, 2011
Oh, I'm being followed by a Moonshadow...
I often wake in the middle of the night lately. I'll look out on the back porch, and I'll see the shadows cast by the moon, the chairs lit up by a mellow sun, a reflection of a reflection.
It's really beautiful in a way, this soft light of night.
What drives me up and about in the middle of the night is always the same: a compelling thought, bathed in the light of a quiet mind, that says it is truth. I have to get up, out of fear I'll lose it. I know how fleeting thoughts are, ones so important you're sure you'll never forget, disappear in the morning light.
I am so lucky life offers me the chance to follow these moonshadows. I am grateful to the night.