A hopeful moon

My head is cluttered with stuff I wish weren’t there. I continue to forge forward because I’m not going to let anything get me down. Yet there is a sadness of a number of recent deaths of people important to me, the continued changes in our world, reaching a new decade in my life and all this change at the same time…the list goes on.

I pray often that I stay in my lane (a track term) and worry about myself, not about what others are doing or the way they have treated me. And I pray for the hope to find my forward even when it feels like so much is stacked against me– some aspects of the world I counted on are not there now nor are some of the people who I enjoyed sharing conversations and experiences with.

This morning I went out to run the dogs and saw the moon bright in the sky. But it was at the pool where I truly saw the moon (it’s much easier to look up in the pool than when I’m running and might possibly run into something or someone). Swimming back and forth,I could see it had a light layer of cloud cover, like a gauzy fabric, but it was close enough and bright enough that I felt as if it were lighting up my travels across the water and back to the other side.

Hopeful moon.

It was there that I was reminded that despite all the sadness, the changes, the things I’m not sure how to weather, that there is always hope somewhere. Often, we just need to be reminded to get out of our heads. Nature is perfect for that.