Reaching for the Moon

May 30th, 2010

Last weekend, I went chasing the moon again, trying to pin it down, catch it with my iPhone camera, freeze in a photo an enchanted moment in time. Silly and futile. Almost full, or was it waning?…I don’t know. Not like this pink one, but a big gold peach, pouting, ready to split open and spill light everywhere. I’d been to a concert earlier and that same longing for the unnameable that certain music evokes in me was reinforced by the moon hunt. I came home elated and restless and started to read John O’Donohue’s Eternal Echoes: Exploring our Yearning to try and figure out why my dreams lately have been all about not belonging, about being on the outside trying to get in. About chasing the ineffable. Maybe we all feel that way, but most of the time we’re trying to satisfy that vague but deep yearning with material things — a new job, more clothes, a better car, the whole bag of chips, exercise, sex, cigarettes, wine, travel, unique experiences, a more powerful computer, parties, shoes and of course money money money. I’m guilty of it all!

2 Responses to “Reaching for the Moon”

  1. Sits quietly in the corner, eyes downcast, raising hand, “guilty”.

  2. Don’t chase the moon. Put yourself in a good place and let it come to you. : )

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