between moons

As we drove home we saw

there, over the ocean,

the moon full to overflowing.

There! we pointed. Look! we said.


And the ocean below glowed silver.

Silver and black ('cause of the clouds floating dreamily, clumpily 'cross the sky). Boats dotted the sea like pushpins, and we could see for miles.

And all around us was the night, the whoosh of the car on the road bends, the bright dots of our town in the distance, the kids happy and chattering, and the silver

light.


Another moon. Another turn of the earth and the passing of time.

Made me think.

Of the things I have loved between full moons.

Things not yet written about,
things that made me smile,
things that made me sing inside,
lit me all the way through,
things lived and loved by me and those I love.

Fine moments where I

paused.

And noticed,

here, and here, and here.

Just how extraordinary this all is.



Like…here

where one world pulsed 

under another

here…

we found

 a new way to see

here… 

lay stillness 

depth

light, and

life

here… 

was a girl's new, found-at-the-markets and loved! golden coat

here… 

my girl said

Look, Mum. Isn't it amazing?

here… 

the sun shone brilliantly, blindingly 

as the rain came down

here… 

two firemen worked out inside a Sydney firehouse.

One on a bike, one running,

talking back and forth

as we walked past. 

The night was so still.

They didn't know we were there, watching them

live their private moment 

as we lived ours. 

here…

a boy

gathered flowers

here…

was a winter walk

beside the sea

(Ah. 

Walk and sea: two things I love so much I wrap myself 'round with them. 

I say, I will love you always.)

and here… 

was a delicious fresh-from-the-garden salad lunch

with friends and…

Benefits!

(oh, I smiled and smiled!)

Between the moons were

resonating, inspiring words too. 

Written by many lovely friends, but 'specially for me this month, by 

MJ and

Suzy. 

(If you can, and haven't already, please do read them. They are such fine words.)

And between the moons, 

just two days ago, I received

a book given by a person I didn't know, with a card saying my words had made a difference to her. I can't think of a more beautiful gift.

I was floored.

Between the moons were
firsts, too.

A new bike! Sleepover in Sydney without parents! Knitting learned! Science workshop without mum! New friends made! Old, dear friends choosing to travel into Homeschool land! Hooray!

So much delight.

And through it all,

as the moon made its journey and found its way back to

full.

Was the laughter.

I don't know if I mentioned 

that this month. 

Laughing 'til we cried,

laughter

after we cried

(and there were tears. From both my children, plentiful, large, sometimes to the very depths—made my heart creak with wanting to protect, yet wanting them to feel wholly),  

making others laugh.

Finding something to smile about

in the smallest moments.

And

each time I felt myself 

rise and rise

grow bigger,

greater, and

more.

'Til I was full and bright.

Between Moons

is going to be a series, I think.
Of things (Small or Big or Both!)
noticed and treasured.

I'd like to do it, each lunar month.

Perhaps, during this, or some future full moon, you might want to join me?