Thursday, January 20, 2011
Greeted By The Morning Moon
This morning, I rolled out of bed, slipped my feet into Michael's big boots, pulled on his gray ski cap. The taking Chewy out in the morning look is pretty much whatever I can grab and go. Needless to say, the dog wouldn't care if I was bare-assed naked; I can't speak for my neighbors.
We were making our way through the crunchy snow when I saw it; a big, golden coin of moon, hanging over the tall pines.
Where was my mind right before I looked up? Untangling some worry? Not today. I think I was laughing out loud watching Chewy trying to run on the slippery snow, his legs splaying out like Bambi.
[And I'm happy to report that I've been making some progress with that worry thing.]
Anyway, that fat yellow moon stopped me in my tracks. Chewy skidded to a halt on the icy snow, banging into my leg.
Here you go, sister. It's an invitation.
To look up
And be greeted by the morning moon.