Moon comes looking for me

Sunday. 
Lessons and carols at my new adopted church, with beautiful harmonies of ancient and familiar carols. 
Then some errands which included finding the perfect fleece vest at a second-hand store. Ah coziness! 
A quick trip home to get the dogs for some time at a park. And then home again. 
Stopped at a red light, I happened to look up. Whoa! 
Here's what I saw:

So of course I found a place to park so I could try and catch this magic. 
Big fat moon, eluding the bare-branched trees, trying so hard to catch it. 
As I watched the moon rose and rose, getting bigger and bigger until it looked like this  ➜

  all within five minutes...



I drove home and the moon set above me as I drove up into the hills. Aha - I could try again. Maybe I could get a clearer image! Waiting and watching, I turned around and saw my home against the sunset over the bay. Enough to keep the eyes of my heart happy as I waited for the moon to appear... 

Was I standing in the right place? Was that a glow at the top of the hills above me? Was the moon going to rise behind some of the buildings stepping up the hill and me miss it?

And then… there it was. That unmistakeable tell-tale glow behind the trees. 

Waiting…
 watching… and slowly, slowly there it came

     



    Little by little, it grew and grew, 
          while I watched carefully, 
       with love, honouring its beauty, 
          its strength, its power to hold our earth 
            in balance, to keep the tides
               ebbing and flowing. There.

             How we are blessed.