The waxing crescent
The waxing crescent. The start of something new. The turn.
We’ve both been here many times and have yet to know this moment. Such un/familiarity. Such invitation. Such mundanity.
What’s stirring in you? What’s unfolding? What’s gathering energy in the quiet?
“You have made the moon to mark the seasons…” (Ps. 104:19a).
Moon and matter resound with God’s wisdom. You do too.
Hear her today.
Mark the season you’re in.
Name this coming moon in secret; whisper its name to the Holy One, almost as if to claim it, to declare to yourself that you are alive in this moment.:
I am a part of what is going on.
I am becoming, as the earth and all of its members.
I am wild, unmarketable, beloved, HERE.
“May the glory of the Lord endure forever; may the Lord rejoice in his works—” (Ps. 104:31).
My daughter painted this moon on cardboard a few weeks ago and it’s one of my most cherished possessions.