Every day, morning awakens casting off darkness, pushing into the light of a new day rising.
On the threshold of this new day, the past wanes like the full moon beginning its descent once again into darkness as the earth continues its orbit around the sun. Memory of its fullness eases into the dark as we turn our faces to the sun, trusting that in the waning and waxing of the moon, the night will continue to be full of stars lighting up the night.
Tonight is the night of the full moon. According to this article in Elephant Journal,
Full moons tend to bring our underlying personal relationship issues to the surface. It’s not that it exacerbates what wasn’t there, but more like the fullness of the moon is a reflection of our hearts.
Last night, as C.C. and I drove to meet my youngest daughter and her partner for dinner at a new Mission area restaurant, we had the following conversation.
Me: Wow. Look at the moon. It’s almost full.
C.C.: You don’t think it’s full?
Me: (Squinting my eyes to check for shadows on the moon’s face) Hmmm… Maybe it is. Hard to tell. If it’s not yet full, it’s almost there.
C.C.: I think it’s there.
Me: Oh good. I like the full moon. I read somewhere that in South America they don’t see a man in the moon. They see a bunny.
C.C.: I see a bunny.
Me: You do?
C.C.: Yup. His ears are going to the right and he’s hopping to the left.
Me: Maybe you’re South American!
C.C.: I hope so. It’s warmer there.
And that’s why I love this man so much.
He likes to make me laugh. He’s smart, always kind and always supportive of me and my whimsy.
No matter what I’m working on in my studio, he is always willing to come down to check it out whenever I ask. His feedback is always honest, which I appreciate more than platitudes, and his suggestions inevitably surprise me with their spot on direction. He’s also willing to come downstairs, sit in the big leather recliner in the corner and read while I paint. He doesn’t try to talk to me. He simply shares his presence. I love that about him. He gives me space to create while being present in community.
And, he believes there is magic and mystery in this big ole’ world, or at least, is willing to support me in my awe-struck wonder at the world we live in.
He also likes to tell me I’m special, which is kind of special of him!
And what could be better than that? To have someone in your corner, cheering you on, supporting you and telling you you’re special even when you’re standing in your grungies, paint spattered on your face in place of make-up, a frown furrowing your brow as you try to figure out what’s missing or out of balance in whatever you’re working on.
C.C. doesn’t care about the frowns. He loves me just the way I am and in his love, I am learning to trust in love, exactly the way I am.
Last night over dinner, we talked about our one year anniversary coming up in April. “Any big plans?” T, my daughter’s partner asked.
We looked at each other and laughed. We haven’t really discussed it yet.
I jokingly commented, “We’re waiting to see if we make it to one year.” And then I laughed. Because the fact is, I have no doubts we’ll make it to one year. “It’s pretty amazing,” I added. “We haven’t had a single argument since we got married where I throw up my arms and say, ‘That’s it. I’m done.’ “(That tended to be my response to moments of dissension — I quit.)
Now, I don’t play the ‘I quit’ card. Marriage has changed all of that.
“It’s about commitment,” C.C. said.
We are committed.
Like the earth’s orbit around the sun, we are committed to this path together. It doesn’t matter whether the moon is waxing or waning or the stars are shining bright or hiding behind the fullness of the moon. No matter where in the world we are, our hearts are a reflection of the fullness of Love shining brightly between us as we travel together on this journey of life.
and… get inspired with this amazing Tedx Talk about happiness — it’s all in the strength and healthiness of our relationships.