Moon in hand

“The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.” ~ Frederic Lawrence Knowles


The moon is full tonight and so is my mood. I don’t know if it is the gravitational pull of the “Supermoon” (scientists say ‘no’), or the loss of an important man that is finally sinking in.

Jackson and I ventured out last night to view it, knowing that it would be shielded by clouds this evening.


We enjoyed each other’s company as dark settled in to the field, and the moon did not disappoint.


So many eyes trained upon a single spectacle in one weekend; a reminder of just how small our world really is.

“Those are the same stars, and that is the same moon, that look down upon your brothers and sisters, and which they see as they look up to them, though they are ever so far away from us, and each other.” ~ Sojourner Truth


You see the marks on its surface from collisions made centuries ago. They are a reminder of just how fragile this planet of our is. It’s a pity that we can’t seem to find a way to appreciate its beauty in peaceful co-existence.

“There is nothing you can see that is not a flower;


there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.” ~ Matsuo Basho


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I am a nascent gardener, rescuer, and photographer, chronicling the journey of the dogs at Homeward Bound Golden Retriever Rescue and Sanctuary near Sacramento, CA - and the Memorial Garden we have devoted to them.

22 thoughts on “Moon in hand”

  1. The full moon was so bright last night that I could see lots of things to bark at, which was not appreciated. Unfortunately, Honey doesn’t share my love of a good barkathon. Nutty (on guard) and Honey (off guard).

  2. Lovely Post 🙂 Crazy to think, all the way on the other side of the world from you [In South Africa], I was marvelling at the exact same full moon last night 🙂 Absolutely captivating! 🙂

  3. The full moon was so very lovely; it also spoke to me of cycles…I hope witnessing it so beautifully with Jackson and creating these wonderful photographs and touching words–this art–helped soothe your heart. Gentle peace, Ogee; how well you know that loss calls to loss and, if we can bear the song, we are sung into deeper and deeper healing as all the gifts come home again…

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