As soon as I ask ‘What’s this?’ I know.
In my 52 years there have been just over 600 full moons.
Since I’ve been slow to wake up and see myself as well as the world around me,
this means I’ve only seen, really seen, maybe 36 of those full moons. That’s around 5 % of the full moons in my
life. I find that sad.
I look up to see the half moon which is really called a
quarter moon shining on me and wonder if the moon concerns herself with how
she’s seen.
I also thought of the many people who unlike my friend and
me love being seen. Or do they? The kind
of seen to which I’m referring is being seen at one’s barest, without window
dressing or in terms of projecting an image of how you want to be perceived. The
kind of seen to which I’m referring is authentic and bare, real and I don’t
mean as in ‘reality’ tv.
This moon 'just is' reminding me 'to be.'
I wonder if the people watching “Dancing With the Stars”
ever just go outside and dance under the stars with their kids or partners or
friends. I suspect many viewers are
closeted dancers thus the appeal of sitting on the sofa watching someone else
act out a routine. No risk for the watcher’s involved but what loss, the loss
of letting oneself be seen dancing through life authentically.
I may have missed hundreds of full moons, but the greater
loss would have been not seeing myself and as a result missing the dance of my life.
-Dawn! The Good News
Muse, 13 April 2012
dawn@imaginetheshift.com
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