M’up and it is a bright blue winter morning.
I have had my porridge , i have had my coffee I am avoiding doomscrolling because the world is lead by the sort of people that should never be given sharp scissors because the WILL run with them no matter how you warn them. Today it seems is one of those days when the moon and the sun are in the sky at the same time .. i am reliably informed that the moon is in its “Warming Gibbon” stage at least I think that is what weather man Barra Best said, it is always good when your gibbon is warmed I always say or I will start to always say, thats the way I roll.
Any hows.. i am reminded , there was a time, so the old stories say, when the Sun and the Moon walked the sky together. They rose side by side, crossed the blue in easy steps, and set hand in hand beyond the far hills of Donegal. Down below the earth knew differnt shadows, the dark centre was fringed with the silver of the moon.
But as the ages turned, the Sun learned the cost of burning so brightly,and the Moon learned the weight of holding the dark. The earth below needed warmth and rest, day and night, growth and dreaming. So the Sun and the Moon agreed, without anger, without sorrow, to walk apart, not as strangers, but as friendly guardians just taking turns.
And yet, on certain quiet days, when the air is clear and hearts are open,they still meet, just briefly, a pale Moon lingering in the Sun’s blue sky,It is days like today we are reminded that separation need not mean loss, and that love remains when paths diverge.
I am now going to sit atop a hill in a yellow cloak and wait for acolytes to come from afar and ask me interesting questions.