The Moon and Me

The Moon and Me

Tonite I had a talk with the moon. I told her that I hate how I look when I am covered in clouds.

She told me that she has different sides of her too, "and anyway, people usually see what they want to see."

She slid into the night clouds and shadows like she was slipping into a silky nightgown. I watched her disappear. When she came back, she was in a playful mood. She told me I was beautiful. She said, "You are seductive, and intriguing." Then she added, "You stimulate, you sharpen, you seduce, you kill, you penetrate, you touch, you provide enigmas and intrigues, an odd form of tantalizing, and much more............

I told her she had a way with words.

I asked her how she feels when she is behind clouds, or when she spends hours every day invisible to most people. I asked her how it felt to be invisible.

She told me that the darkness gets a bad rap. She said, How do you know that I am not secretly making love to the stars when noone can see us?" Then she winked.

I was jealous. I loved the idea of touching a star, twinkling with it in a mysterious dance, veiled and unveiled.

She became thoughtful, and she said, "I am still who I am even when you cannot see me. Just as the stars still shine even when nobody can see them shining. It is not being noticed that makes us beautiful. It is beauty that makes us beautiful."

I suddenly felt sad. How sad to be beautiful and not appreciated! She sensed my feelings, and said, "Think of how sad the creator of the universe feels when everyday her masterpieces go unnoticed! All of the gorgeous sunrises and sunsets she paints, the plants, the sea, the earth and sky, the mountains and forests, the miracle of birth and death and living...Think how the great creator must feel- giving the show of the universe and yet people are busy on cell phones and computers and in their lives, whining and complaining and worrying. They are missing it! Each painting comes only once, and every one is numbered, a limited edition! When will they stop and gasp in wonder at what surrounds them?"

I decided she was not only beautiful, but smart.

Then I was thinking about what she said. How does the creator respond to our neglect but to keep creating. I doubt I could do so without a few grudges along the way. I want to be wise, but so often fail to do be what I want to be.

I decided to start noticing all the beauty around me. To not take the show for granted. I felt better when I saw my place in things, and how small I am in this vast universe. It comforted me and reduced my problems from mountains into crumbs.

She saw that the darkness scared me. She told me never to fear darkness, for true beauty shines there. I had not thought of that.

I could not take my eyes off of her. I took her picture about 200 times while she posed. She had so many looks! She was a chameleon changing form, mood, color, in the blink of an eye. She drew me in, and I loved never knowing what to expect.

Her reflection bounced off of the water, and I fell in love with her. She made me come alive.

She didn't tell me to feel anything in particular. She just said, "Feel."

Then she blew a kiss towards me, and the salty summer night air dropped it on my lips.

I could taste it.