Feeling melancholy, but I am doing OK.
The moon was bright and beautiful tonight so I took some pictures from my back porch.
The moon was bright and beautiful tonight so I took some pictures from my back porch.
If you are in the northern hemisphere, you may be looking at the same thing as I. It is not as if I haven't witnessed this thousands of times in my life, but each time I see that bright, beautiful golden ball in the sky, I have a feeling of wonder in my heart. It makes me think about all that surrounds me; it gives me peace. In the best of times, and in the most difficult of times, I look for the light of the moon to shine on me.
My Mom used to sing, "I See the Moon" to me all the time. I then sang it to my children and then my grandchildren. The tune always put them to sleep, a peaceful, restful sleep. I looked it up on You Tube and there are many variations of this song. I tried to find the one that I am familiar with, but none quite sounded like the voice of my mother. (I told you that I am melancholy tonight).
Well, this did not exactly sound like my mother either (her voice was a wee bit higher), but I need to get out of this mood. So here is a puppet giraffe singing my favorite lullaby.
They say the moon affects our mood, and they are probably right. I am sitting here watching a puppet with a not-so-good voice, croon my favorite lullaby and I am getting choked up as I sing along with him/it. It must be a combination of my age, the moon, and memories. What does it matter, I am enjoying the sight of a beautiful night sky and that is a good thing. Just don't tell my kids; they might be thinking it is time to consider "what to do about Mom."
I am not howling - yet.
