Tree Moon – Photo: L. Weikel
Breaking News?
I don’t want to go there. Really; I don’t.
It’s taking everything I have not to write about the glaringly obvious and utterly predictable actions ordered by our president this evening. I’m almost afraid to go to bed for fear of what will be ‘breaking news’ when I awaken – except I refuse to be made afraid by him or anyone else. No matter what, I do not want to succumb to fear.
It’s just that there’s no space anymore. There’s no quiet; no peace. There’s not even 24 hours to enjoy the silence of the lamb that arrived just yesterday.
Wait – what?
Well that’s just a creepy turn of phrase that I didn’t intend.
A Little Tree Magic
So I’m changing the subject.
This afternoon I was looking up into the cloud-littered sky marveling at the beauty right over our heads. I realized in that moment the unique hole that had formed in a dried chunk of one of the maple trees guarding the doorway to our home. It’s a crescent moon.
A tree moon.
As I head to bed this evening, I’m going to keep the image of this blue crescent moon in my thoughts. I’m going to remember the sheer wonder of ‘little things’ such as the random creation of a cutout moon by bark that’s many decades old.
I’m going to trust that eventually we’re going to decide, as a species, that we’d rather focus on the random beauty and magic of life than who wields the biggest…stick.
This may be the year we reach the point where we decide “no more.”
(T-694)