The moon

I was in the kitchen this morning washing my hands in the sink and I looked up and doubled back to see just less than half of the moon sailing the blue skies. and It got me wondering. After all of the darkness has bloomed into blue, why is the moon holding his ground, his atmosphere and as I wondered this, I felt a stone fall in my stomach and I just thought of all the emotion that isn’t physical. I thought that what if the moon sticking around was to let us know something. What if it was to teach us something. Maybe not everyone, but those who think deeper then a moon in the sky, worlds away, those who believe in signs and find meaning in objects that may go unacknowledged. 

I thought about what being empty entails. Is it to be without, to be half full, to be entirely full of things un-useful. Is it to be full of feelings that can’t be displayed. 
I thought about the moon and why I was seeing it in the light I was. I thought about what half of the moon meant to me. Maybe it measures what is in my heart and that my heart is half full, or half empty. Maybe it was telling me that what I feel needs to be acted on, that I need to empty myself or fill myself up. 

I thought about that maybe the moon teaches us to let go. Maybe the moon lets us know that it’s time. 

 I thought of the moon telling us nothing but there is more to look for. More coming our way, and that no matter how full our hearts are, they empty, fill back up again and empty. 

And maybe, that’s alright