Dear Blog Readers,
I hope that July is being good to you. This week Sharon brings us another beautiful piece and each time I read it, I picture myself in my childhood bedroom with Joni Mitchell’s melodious voice and lyrical brilliance playing on my Fisher Price record player. I am transported into a dream of moon and stars in the vast night sky.
Be good to yourself, and remember to nourish your body, mind, and spirit,
Your blog moderator,
Kira
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Tonight all the stars are celestial in the moon’s hand .. the angel pins of light.
Here’s what I know: I am good
at déjà vu but bad at keeping them alive.
Somewhere in the cosmos this moment
the ghost of those long gone, their ethereal figments of time floating in vastness.
When the smooth, voluptuous moon falls into the ocean,
like bait on fishing line, I see and hear the sound of God who might be listening to
Joni Mitchell; how I love her lines of music. Their potency and full-on claiming of experience- no standing back or pontificating. Just a deep dive into sensations of being alive – songs of presence extending in all directions.
But getting back to that moon, who can be such a diva sometimes,
It hangs over my street tonight
And sings a tune, a song that tumbles like a prayer
It’s a hard job keeping her up all night, that moon.
You believe in its magic, the lyrical as I praise my mothers hallelujah.
Now the weatherperson predicts one hell of a storm arriving by on Tuesday.
There is talk of losing all the apostrophes in a bad grammar meteor shower.
Sometimes the sky is calm & white & pleated with cirrus clouds.
Sometimes the thunder sounds like God driving his old Chevrolet across a starlit, foreign badlands.
The moon is my guardian angel, it’s a toss-up:
I’ll take Elizabeth Montgomery as Samantha from Bewitched,
Or Nietzsche, as himself, exactly.
✨ Sharon