photo by my dad 8/2014
I've got a thing for the moon. It started when I was little and my dad invented this game where he'd say to me, "see the moon?" I'd instantly look for it and he'd grab me, "gotcha!" I'd fall for it every time. I grew up, and forgot our game. But In 2012 when my uncle passed away I became fixated on the moon. It's like she called to me. I couldn't stop starting at her in the night. Wondering why I was allowed to look directly at her and how lucky that was. How close yet so far away she was. How big and small I felt in her presence. How human beings have both stood right where I did, and out where she was, looking back this way at me. It was the beginning. I began to question everything, and I began to remember the massive picture I am part of. She gave me comfort and lit the first light on my new path. She called me to healing, to expansion, to myself again.