patalija

April 27, 2002

Just Before Bed

I was tired tonight and headed for bed when something called me back down the stairs. Following my instinct I pulled my robe close around me as I walked out into the dark and felt the night breath sting me with its chill. I allowed time for my eyes to adjust before venturing far from the doorstep and as I waited some unseen spotlight illuminated my outside world casting an eerie subdued brightness all about. There’s a full moon tonight.

At first I thought it quiet, but soon realized the arena I had entered was actually alive with sound and movement. A quick rustle in the bushes ahead forewarned of a night-owl type thrush on a late night undercover assignment. What must his nest mates be thinking – worrying?

A slight scurrying sound coming from somewhere deep within the salal and Oregon Grape brought Pete to mind – a small brown rabbit who lived with me last summer, feasting on the choice romaine lettuce and baby carrots I left for him daily underneath the ferns. I have looked for him over the winter but always in vain. Is he watching me now?

A wind I didn’t feel whirled above and forced the pines into a reluctant lazy dance – each swaying and bending to their own drummer, but the music they gave forth came as a hevy sigh, united and harmonizing as they succumbed to the power of the breeze.

Looking overhead at the moon I am immediately awash in a feeling I’ve worn since childhood. There’s the moon ten miles above me hanging there in the night sky. It’s beaming down just on me – nothing else – just me. There is nothing but the moon and me. I see the face just as I’ve always been able to and it sees the core of me. There is nothing I can hide and there is no need to pretend. I am what I am and it sees what I am and it’s okay. I know I am loved.

Opening the door and stepping into the house I sit here to write about what the moon and the night chill means to me but find I am not able to do so. I can only record these small retrospections tonight. Maybe tomorrow they will be the inspiration which will allow me to bear my soul.

~X-Factor

Yes, there is something about moonlight that calls one present, that calls one home.

I thought you were quite expressive. I felt like I was standing right there beside you.

Ollie

April 28, 2002

Dear P, so far apart but so close. The same moon you see above you is the same moon I see above me, since a child I have always pondered this and it always brought me closer to the ones I loved and missed. My grandparents. Have a great Sunday, love to you,

gel

Thank you for taking us moon-watching with your. This was lovely!

~Voyageur

The moon was so spectacular last night. At first I thought it was a reflection of an inside light on my dark window. Only going outside allowed me to take it its close beauty. So glad you were able to enjoy it. Have a good weekend, P.

Ah yes, I enjoyed the sights, sounds and sensations of the full moon as you experienced it…and the rest of the experience is hard to put in words, for sure. Those winds sent flurries of luminescent clouds sailing past the moon when I was out, a little celestial excitement 🙂 May your weekend continue to be so nice. Hugs

I was outside in the yard last night looking at the moon too. When the weather is decent I always take a walk if the moon is bright. The moonlight puts a whole new perspective on how the yard and gardens look. I always have a summer moongarden too, of nothing but white flowers, and it always looks just stunning in the moonlight.

I do so love your word-pictures. You are quite an artist…

Marie Elena

I guess you’d be surprised at how much you did convey with this entry. I thought it was beautiful and so personal.

Hi, patalija. You’re the very best!! Standing beneath such a powerful & heavenly light feels akin to standing before something divine. I can feel it in my chest sometimes. All the insignificant stuff thankfully blotted out by night & shadows & by sleep. Just the purity of cold wind. The hidden beauty of hidden life coming into awareness. Nothing left but essence & truth & meaning. Very soulful….

Psst-mtnbrook dreamin…thank you for your kind words.Bet I’m not the only one here who would love to read more than the notes you so eloquently have been posting on my diary. Your words sing in a way that leaves one waiting and hoping for more. Maybe you will think about it? But then maybe the time’s not right, or this isn’t the place…whatever the case, thank you for your thoughts. 🙂

Spinster

Lovely. The first time my grandma and grandpa had to spend a night apart. Gpa told Gma to look up at the moon at ten oclock and he would do the same and in that way the would be together.

Icarus Knew

I live in an old ash grove. It looks totally majestic bathed in the light of a full moon. This was magical.

Doodlebug

April 29, 2002

Beautiful writing. I was there with you. And I have similar feelings about the night and its enchantments.

MJ+

That was lovely, I was right there with you.

forever in motion

These moments are magic 🙂 xxoo,

noko

thanks for talking us moon viewing with you! me, I am rooting for the rabbit.

“I see the moon and the moon sees me. God bless the moon and God bless me.” Thank you for sharing this awesome moment. Wow.

Adagio

To echo Quieted- I recalled another old song….”I see the moon, the moon sees me..under the shade of the old oak tree. Please let the light that shines on me, shine on the one I love.” :)xo

May 1, 2002

made me wish i was there

Spinnaker

May 2, 2002

I hope Pete comes back this year. 🙂