Blue moons bookend January. Two full
moons in one month. Auspicious and daunting or momentous and uplifting?
In our frailty it is easy to drift
toward the daunting. “Only the healthy find relief in heavenly arrays,” we
bemoan. “I am in too much pain.” Perhaps even too much pain to go outside and
look up.
In our frailty, let’s look in our deep
darkness to catch sight of a glint that redirects our gaze upward. The blue
moons are not either daunting or uplifting. They are both and.
As is our pain. Hope you get to step outside inside tonight.