Friday, the 13th. Are you superstitious? I'm not - but, it always makes me do a little double take to see a Friday, the 13th roll around on the calendar.
All in all, though, it was a pretty normal day....and a Friday, to boot. There is no other feeling quite like finishing up a week at work and settling in at home on Friday evening - wallowing in the pleasure of knowing I don't have to get up for work in the morning. It makes me want to snuggle on the sofa and stay up late. Only problem is - I am generally too worn out from work to stay up late!
There was the most fabulous full moon this week! Did you see it? Thank goodness it was a clear evening when it began its ascent in the eastern sky - a huge ball of molten silver. The light it shed during the night was fiercely gentle, filtering through the woven blinds when we retired to bed and turned out the lamps. When I awoke the next morning and took Pepper outside, it was still hanging out in the west. Although it was beginning to settle down into the branches of the bare mesquite tree out front, and a haze had settled around it, it was magical. Such beauty.
It nearly took my breath away.
Just that few moments gazing at the setting moon helped to kickstart my day in a joyful way. Such beauty is so often right under our noses - or maybe just above our heads. We need only to stop and look, take it in, soak it up, revel in it.
Breathe deeply....and keep it simple.