I am in Arizona helping my parents make an unplanned journey back to Kansas. My mother is not well.
My arrival coincided with the appearance of an amazing Wolf Moon, which I spied out of the corner of my eye, off to my left. I was taking pictures of the mountains that are due east of the home my parents rent when they visit here. At sunset the mountains turn a wonderful shade of red which is what I was trying to capture.
In just the nick of time, the moon redirected my attention. It was there, a huge orb of light and peace, kissing the mountaintop before it rose into the night sky to peruse the valley floor.
When I was a little girl my mom taught us songs that we would sing as we traveled in the car. My favorite went like this:
I see the moon
The moon sees me
Shining over the old oak tree
Please let the light that shines on me
Shine on the one I love
Thank you, moon, for your nudge. I needed to see your brilliance. And please keep shining on the ones I love.