03 September 2015
Getting Out of the Way
I have been missing my muse, in more ways than one. Because I get to sleep late in the summer, I see Phoebe less often and usually only in the midday sky. A few nights ago, I was up around midnight and thought that the street light was glowing more brightly than usual -- but when I opened the curtain, I found that the full moon was shining brilliantly above the trees. Yesterday as I left the house for work, the morning star shone brightly above the horizon, and thought I'd missed Phoebe again, but when I arrived at work she shone above me, the light from her waning form as brilliant as at the full, fading out the clouds that tried to hide her. This morning, almost at the quarter now, she shone in a cloudless sky and lifted my spirit again. The day had seemed impossible, but no longer. It's not up to me to create light, just do my best to get out of the way, to reject the clouds, and let Another's light shine. I hope I can manage it, moment by moment.