Would you believe I’m writing by moonlight right now? It’s a super moon, closest and brightest it’ll get for the next eighteen years.
There’s lots of things going in my head. How unusual, right? It started with more of the same old grievances regarding Doug. And it’s strange how just stepping outside with a cup of tea to look at the moon can change that so quickly.
I remember once, when I was about 9 or 10, I was looking out my window at the moon and the clouds were passing over it so fast it made the sky look like it was spinning. I remember being convinced that the world must be ending and running to my mom’s room, panicked, to check. She told me it just looks like that because of the wind pushing the clouds. How silly of me to believe that the moon was about to fall out of the sky. And now tonight it looks much the same way.
The same old questions have run through my head by this point; do you think it gets lonely up there? Why is the moon moving away from us? What makes it such a powerful symbol throughout human culture that many even today are still easily awed by it?
I’m shivering now. My toes feel like ice cubes. The clouds are trying to hide the moon but it’s shining too bright to be lost completely.
And of course there thoughts about the presidential election in my head and how Trump won, though my thoughts do focus more on how this impacts the world at large. The world – we, humanity – is hurting. Hatred and anger is rampant while we are all lacking in compassion and empathy and it’s hard for me to not worry about the world, about us. Will we be able to come out of this better or just badly hurt? We are on the brink of what feels like social upheaval or at the very least a change of some sort. One that has not been seen on such a scale in decades. It’s still early on enough that not many of us can see it and that there is still the chance this could all blow over rather peacefully and uneventful.
We are standing on the edge of immense change if we can only be brave enough to face it with courage. I am reminded of what Lisa told me only a few months ago. “It’s my personal belief that the world is fluid. You have the bad here and the good here and it’s constantly moving back and forth, in and out, balancing and unbalancing. Right now there is more bad than good, but it will right itself again in time. You just have to wait it out.”
And sitting here tonight, I can feel it in my gut. No matter what happens, no matter the horrible things that do have the potential to occur, the rain will still fall, the sun will still shine. Winds will still blow through trees, waves will continue to crash against the shores and rivers will keep flowing. Seasons will go on changing, the sun will rise and set. And the moon will continue to hang in the sky, chasing away the shadows at night.
I read and watch my sister navigating this and doing what she can to help the world in whatever small way to heal. I admire her for that and for the compassion and empathy that she is actively cultivating and growing and trying to spread. I want to encourage everyone else to do the same. I know I largely remain silent here, but this is the one thing I have to say regarding this, the one topic I feel that remaining silent on is equivalent to sitting in the bed of apathy that too many of us have learned to adopt and feel comfortable in. Be brave. Be compassionate. Listen to the people around you, stop yelling. Compromise. Act of love, not fear.
This is not the moon falling out of the sky or the world ending. I refuse to believe that. This is just the clouds passing over.