A Funny Shaped Moon And Other Thoughts On Imperfection

The moon has been funny shaped these last couple of mornings. And nights, too, it is the same moon after all. But I notice it when I am out walking the grove, the sun slowly rising while the moon hangs in the early morning sky. And so I see it. This funny shaped morning moon. I see it and I like it.

A lot.

I like that that one edge is not quite right. And that the bottom is a bit off, somewhat oblong instead of staying perfectly round like it usually looks even when it is no longer the full moon and the completely perfect roundness is part of our imagination as we only see a portion of what is really the whole.

But this, this funny shaped moon is not that. It is not the seeing of the still illuminated part of the moon and having it feel full and round in it's part-ness. This moon is off. Funny. Imperfect.

Like us.

Now I know that you knew that this is where I am going today. I gave it away in the title. But even if I hadn't, this analogy is just too good not to run with. Really, how can I not talk about us - as in the humanness of us - while talking about imperfection. Because we are.

Imperfect.

I've been thinking about this lately. The off-ness of us. I've been thinking about how this not quite right is what is perfect in the imperfectness of being alive. That things are supposed to be off a bit.

And here is why I think this.

Because balance, that subtle movement back and forth whether in our gait or our growth or our greatness, is moving all the time.That's why balance exists. Why the idea of balancing is there. Because there is movement and so we need to shift to compensate for where we are in that exact moment. If we don't we topple. 

This shifting - whether in our gait or our growth or our greatness - is the growing and the changing of our being. And because of this, the movement of it, it can't be perfect.  

Perfection is stagnant. It stops when it reaches the place where it is perfect. It has to because any movement in it's perfectness will change what it is. And we are not this. We are not stagnant. 

We are constantly moving and shifting and growing and changing and becoming and shedding and cycling through. 

And so we are messy. Perfection is not messy. And we are complicated. Nope, no perfection there. And we are unpredictable, which is definitely not perfect. 

I like this. That we are not perfect, nor expected to be. A big thought - expected to be. Because we - the collective we - were kinda maybe raised to think that we maybe are supposed to be. That we are supposed to strive for this. This ideal. The perfection. And we never quite make it. And then we're bummed, disillusioned, depressed and disappointed. 

And what a lousy place to be.

I don't stand in those negatives anymore. I haven't for awhile. I've shed the expectation and adding an I'm to perfection.... god how perfect is that!! Imperfection = I'm perfect. In it's not perfectness.  

So back to the moon. It really is so perfect that this funny shaped moon showed up to give me a visual for my imperfect thoughts. 

(Of course nothing I've written above negates the perfectness of my perfect and brilliant and smart and gorgeous Doberman puppy. Just saying....)