The Moon... ahhh so many different emotions. My granny would tell me that a crest moon was really God"s thumb nail. I believed her and would always tell my family that God was cutting his nails each time I saw one.
I also remember Mother pointing to the moon and I would recite the verse she taught me... I think it was in the womb...
I see the moon and the moon sees me
God bless the moon and God bless me
So sometimes when I see the moon, I think about love ones that are in heaven.
Then I remember the day man walked on the moon. I was in 5th grade and I didn't really care that a man was walking on the moon. I wanted to go outside to play but Nooooo we had to stay glued to a black and white TV and watch history . Boring.... for a 11 year old
Then came my teen years..... ohlala... moonlight took an entirely different meaning. But to this day, when I see a full moon reflecting off water... I have to kiss my husband.... I remember how much we love each other back then ... like a raging river rush toward a uncertain ending... that river doesn't rage any more but current is still just as strong.
This finally picture shows what the moon meant most of the time to me and my cousins. Being scared and scaring others. When I see clouds over the moon I think of haunted houses and barns... dares that would make you knees knock and your teeth rattle. And campfire ghost stories stays in your dreams until you die.
Some say that the moon has powers, I know it has a hand with the tide and Indians have always though the blessing of the moon would make the tribe stronger. But for me, I see it as a reminder that we are not alone, even in the darkest hour of night. It reminds us to look to heaven for guidance.