And other stuff that happened on a Monday night
The rise of many hands with grace. Palms open. Fingertips tipping the top of our silence. Peaceful Warriors. Aren’t we all? Every day in our resilient ways.
The class is full. Our mats closer than usual. The obviousness of the loveliness of our many bodies in arched unison brings quiet. Humility. Community. How simple it becomes to share a sameness. Accept these brief moments of vulnerability.
The gentle music reminds us to be gentle. With ourselves. With each other.
And my Drishti wanders in a half-moon, pulled off balance towards the full of the rising. My breath in brazen escape, my leg in a muscle shake, my fingers reaching, reaching, reaching for a bit of the floor.
“Beautiful.”
Our instructor exclaimed with one restful above whisper word acknowledging that moments matter. Sometimes matter most.
The cold bit through our thin clothes in the gym parking lot. And so, we warmed in the glow. The radiance of the Moon having arrived in full. We stood together rapt with the hue. The candling red of Mars nestled near. Twice the size, but a small dot in the black sky beside. And on this night also resting behind. A rare Lunar occultation.
Behind the great Wolf Moon. Told of the Sioux in the January time of the night when the wolves are running. Together. Seeking only what they need. Peaceful Warriors, perhaps. The souls of the given to be risen to be among the stars. To remain bright in the night. Seen forever.
I thought of a friend. A friend who loves the sky. The night. The evening prompting moments from a time before. Moments that mattered. It had been too long since I had connected with the friend, I thought to myself.
And then came the personal dark time. That time before sleep when I try to keep the blue from my eyes. When I put the screens away to open a book. At just that moment came a light from a text.
From the friend.
“Hey. Did you see the Moon?”
1. Cover photo design by Author, from a photo by Manja Vitolic, Unsplash
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