Beyond insomnia, no longer imagination, and still questions. The Moon’s mystery need not keep you awake, not when there are so many earthly concerns to occupy your mind at 1:18 a.m. Full Moon illuminates our world, even through clouds, even days later, a sacred glow that sheds no light on the difficulties or dilemmas we face time and again. Often there are no answers. The mysteries of the Moon need not keep you awake, but they will keep you alive.
I am broken, I have been for a while. Possibly, maybe, I have never been complete, yet I am whole in ways only my fractured self can comprehend. Look within. It is more comfortable to understand your self than to be misunderstood by others. Truth. The whole truth.
It is the perception of a lifetime. Even as they fold and wither, as the stem bends under the weight of their beauty, the colours lose their vibrancy, and petals fall with time, flowers remain a miracle. We could learn a lot from flowers.
We, generally, question ourselves daily, but more specifically, on days like yesterday or the one before, or a few weeks before that. The resounding questions of why, are overwhelming and obvious. Sadly, the solution is not. It seems so inane to say we have to have greater faith in humankind when the tragedies we see and feel are neither kind nor humane. But what else have we got if we don’t have faith? It becomes harder and harder to have faith in the self, in the system, in spirituality or religion, but we must. Now is the time to be strong; questioning our faith will only make us weaker.