Tomorrow morning at 2:10 the Harvest Moon will occur. It's an Aries moon, I read, which encourages living in the moment, not worrying over outcomes. Perfect. The moon is my ruling sign, astrologically speaking. I'm going to take all of that to mean it will be a good weekend for me.
I borrowed this picture from beliefnet
It is beautiful day. The sun has broken through and dissipated the thick fog of early morning, and it is a moist mild Fall day. Having the windows open again is a joy after only a few days of woodstove heating. I feel mini-Spring like.
It has been a great week.
A coworker told me, "Jane does depend on you." Up to that point, I had thought I had done nothing right for Jane since January. I feel comfortable with being depended upon; I slipped into that role (once I knew it was mine) as into an old shoe. If I am dependable, that must mean I know how to do this stuff: and I did, calmly and comfortably, all week. I know that means I'm still looking to others to tell me what to think about myself, but given enough time, I seem always to gain that reputation. Maybe in another twenty years, or when I'm dead, whichever comes first, I'll begin to see myself that way without external encouragement.
It is a beautiful world and Life is good.
Yesterday I happily told somebody, "I am ready to die."
He looked at me with some alarm. After I explained myself, it became clear (to both of us, my not having hitherto closely examined that feeling) that I am completely at peace with Life and my place in it. So far as I know, I shall go on for years to come, and that's fine with me too, but if God were going to ZOT me, He could do it now, and I would go with no regrets.
Such are the thoughts that come to me at full moon time.
Weekend Wordsmith suggested "Moon" as this week's prompt. Thanks, WW. I felt like writing something but had no idea what, and this worked for me.