This Is The Moon Rising

​We had a peaceful day yesterday. The day after the day that we got back home after a two week away trip back east with our kids and grandkids.  
 
We got back home and then on this day, yesterday, we slept in just a bit and then went and got our dog. God, I love our dog.  
 
I am sure you all know about him. I write about him. I don’t believe I write about him as much as I did about Nava.  A constantly wrote about Nava.  I also constantly wrote. Every week. For four years. And constantly wrote about Nava.
 
With Moose, I don’t write about him as much and I also don’t write as much, so perhaps the % of the time that I write about him is about the same % that I wrote about her.
 
I’m not sure.
 
And don’t have the attention span at just this moment to go back and take stock and calculate whether this is true or not. But perhaps it is.  Suffice it to say that it’s possible enough that I will change what I wrote above and not say that I don’t write about him as much to that I may write about him as much.
 
Regardless, this writing is not about him. Though God, I love our dog.
 
This writing is about the moon. I mean, look at this moon. It looks like the sun. It’s the moon being the sun. At least in this picture. In real life, when my eye looked without the lens of an i(eye)phone camera, the moon was the moon. In this photo it could be the sun. But not.
 
I have this theory that this is kinda what the moon is all about.
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We were talking about our astrological signs on this trip we were on.  Did I say that we were away on a trip with our kids and grandkids. To Maine. On a lake. God, I love my kids and grandkids.
 
And we were away on this trip and were talking about our signs. Our sun signs. Those rising signs. And that moon sign.
 
The moon sign represents our essence. Our ego, that’s the sun. Makes sense, since the sun is surely egoic knowing that without her, the moon would have no light at all.
 
And our rising sign, let’s just say this is the energy we put into the world.
 
But back to the moon. So the moon was rising last night. Slowly up from behind the mountain that sits behind my house. And we caught in on (film) digital with our i(eye)phone camera. And it was so bright. Like the sun.
 
Except it is the moon.
 
The moon is our essence. It governs our emotional nature. It ebbs and flows our selves like the tide. 
 
It accepts the gift of light from the sun and uses this glow to illuminate the darkness of our nights and light up the sky when it reaches its full potential full moon shape each month and also when it is just a sliver surrounded by stars.
 
We dance to the light of the moon.