I walk from the office upstairs down to check on Buddy (my dog). The deck door is open to let the cool night air in. As I cross from the hallway to the family room, I do a double take – the full moon is suspended high above the deck, a glowing ecru orb in the sky. I stop, take a deep breath, and smile. I love looking at the full moon!
Every night lately when the sky is clear, I find myself seeking out the moon to check what phase it’s in and how bright it is. I mean, I’ve always looked out to see if the moonlight is shimmering on the little creek of water in my backyard or if the fireflies are competing with the flickering as the leaves on the trees dance in the moonlight. Recently though, I feel compelled to check the sky before I slip under the covers for the night. I’m finding some type of comfort in knowing that nature is so beautiful and that it’s right here, all around me.
And to make this post even a little more odd, a couple of weeks ago I went hiking in the Catoctins. Remember treepocolypse earlier this year when the ice storm took down a lot of trees? Well, the Catoctins were not spared. I barely recognized the Hog Rock trail for all the trees toppled over and sawed to make a clear passage. I actually felt sad as I looked around. So much devastation!
Is it a “mom” thing that I feel this way – or it is an “age” thing? Not sure, but either way, I love this connected feeling I’m having lately.