24 November 2015
More Gems of Joy
Yesterday, driving home from work as my Thanksgiving break began, I came up to the long curve on the old ferry road and there she was, Phoebe hanging in the afternoon blue sky, nearly full, so lovely I almost drove into the ditch drinking it in. She's been missing lately, my muse, and I've been feeling it. Grey skies and more grey skies, and even looking for the beauty in cloud formations and acknowledging the need for bountiful rain had pretty much worn thin. We've all been longing for sun, and at last Apollos shone out and skies cleared and there Phoebe was, too, celebrating with us. And just now, alerted by my husband, I opened the garage door and there she was again, very close to the full now, in the darkness of the star-kissed night, a glowing crystal to lift the heart and soul. Thank you, Lord, for gems of joy and days of rest.