The page is blank, it is taunting me with its whiteness, fill me it says, if you can. Perhaps one day I will not be able to, I do not look forward to the day my head is completely without thought, or I lose the ability to convey the thoughts that bounce around in there.
I live in fear of having Alzheimer’s, my mother had it, my great aunt Linnie had it; it is a truly horrendous disease. I do not believe enough attention is given to it. The absolute heartbreak of watching someone you love go into a world where you have no place and they can’t find their way back is sad. Sad is the word to describe it, I believe sad is an overused word, to me sad is a word that should be used when it is truly sad, when your heart is just broken and it seems it cannot be put back together.
Such macabre thoughts, when I am not in that type of mood, the moon is still high in the sky and it is so beautiful, I am wearing a brand new OU jersey and it is Thursday. Thursday is the gateway to Friday; I will be getting my nails done after work, so it is all good. Tomorrow is my last day to wake up at 3:00 am; I am hoping I don’t regret my decision to go to a later shift. It means more sleep, in theory more time spent with the Irishman, and hopefully to be less tired all the time. I have been on this shift for over two years and I have to admit I am exhausted, I am tired of having to go to bed by 7pm in order to get up at 3am, and I am tired of being tired all of the time. I hope this new shift is good, it also comes with an hour lunch, I have not had an hour lunch in years, there is a ton of shopping close to me, I am hoping to get Christmas shopping done in my hour lunch time. Or maybe shopping for me, or a trip to Starbucks where I can sit inside and enjoy my lunch, take my IPad and just relax for an hour, the possibilities are endless!
Full Moon
Is it just me or does everyone expect to see Oz when they walk outside and it is a full moon? No? Just me? This morning when I walked outside the moon was amazing, so full, so beautiful, so enticing and so very bright. One understands why humans have been fascinated with the moon since the beginning of time.
But the moon has a bad reputation as well; it gets blamed for turning men into hairy beasts once a month, and for turning women into raving lunatics. What is it about the moon that it is credited with and blamed for so much? Why are we so fascinated? I can’t speak for all mankind all I can speak for is myself, so here goes.
I love the moon because it reminds me that everything has a beginning as well as an ending, the moon signifies a newness for me. Renewal, renewal of the rotation of the earth; renewal of my own emotional well being. When it snows and the moon is out my soul is soothed, there is a peacefulness that cannot be found at any other time of the year. As you all know I love the snow, there is nothing like it, it is the great equalizer. When the snow covers everything it is beautiful, a wonderland of purity, when the moonlight is bouncing off of it, giving a bluish glow, it is Gods way of saying all is right with the world.
I can hardly wait for snow, I hope it snows like it did last year, it was amazing, and lasted so long, it was a gift, I know most did not see it that way, but I did. Snow and coffee are God’s greatest gifts to me, they both sooth my soul and let’s me know all is right with the world. The moon is an added bonus to those two things. A combination of all three is quite heady indeed.
Angie World 