Good Friday   8 comments

An entry in the Encounters series

I keep staring at the moon.

I only noticed it perhaps an hour ago. Granted, I saw earlier in the day on my wall calendar that it would be full tonight, but I’ve become so conditioned to cloudy nights that I feel like I haven’t seen the moon in ages. It’s just not out there most nights; I’m not used to looking for it. Yet tonight, I happened to glance outside and noticed a bright light in the night sky. There hung the very bright, very full moon.

It’s out there—visible, conspicuous—because today turned out to be a day of sun. While clouds came and went in the morning, the afternoon brought clear skies, blue and accented by that lovely daytime orb that’s grown so unfamiliar over the winter and early spring. In eventual celebration of said sun, I opened up a few of the windows while I went about making butter and seasoning a couple cast iron pans. Granted, I opened the windows more for the smoke from the pans. However, the cool spring breeze that began streaming through the house brought about a certain seasonal joy that overtook me. As I made my butter (which I’ll be writing about soon enough) I kept feeling that cool but exhilarating air, kept hearing the lambs and ducks, wind and birds, kept smelling the grass and dirt and kept remembering how achingly beautiful this area is in the overgrown thick of summer. It’s beautiful year round, of course, but when the plants are bursting and there’s even more green than usual, the skies are blue and the mountains bright, the breeze is warm and refreshing—well, there are few places so incredible I’ve ever experienced in this world.

That insistent breeze and shining sun brought about a pleasure that I’ve been missing of late. I haven’t been hiking in awhile and my forays outside have mostly involved work. While I certainly can revel in nature while working—one of the many benefits of working outside—I’ve tended in the last couple weeks to be more focused on tasks at hand and have done much of my work in less-than-lovely weather, which makes the appreciation of the natural world not quite so spontaneous. During my free time, I’ve been mostly inside, working on unpacking and cleaning, organizing and—yes, it’s true—engaging in various distractions like the internet and television. (More about that soon, as well.)

Today, though, I remembered that there’s a world outside, and that it often calls to me. I felt the sun, the breeze, the happiness of a clear and sunny day. I felt the emerging spring, the impending summer. As I felt these seasons, I made butter and listened to music, drank coffee and cleared smoke and felt a contentment that has been too infrequent of late.

Then came the dark of evening and this glorious, full moon.

Stepping outside into the cold night and taking a few minutes to just stare at it, to marvel at it, I couldn’t help but be reminded of what a gift the moon is. It’s really quite incredible, hanging up there in the night sky, such an otherworldly presence so regularly available to us. I find it slips into the background too easily for me, as does the night sky in general, that cascade of stars. Every now and then I’ll remember the beauty waiting up there above me—that glimpse into the universe, stretching out to such impossible depths.

It’s really a blessing to have. It’s a blessing to be able to look above me and see something that brings the world into such a sharp focus and provides us a context for our existence. I’ve been here in my new place, wrapped up in such a very small world and forgetting, in many ways, the much bigger world around me. It’s bound to happen, but it’s important to bring back an understanding of my context and to remember what makes me happy. The moon, bright and full and dominant in this Good Friday night sky—that makes me happy. An early spring breeze slipping in through windows that have been opened for the first time in months—that makes me happy. Homemade butter and freshly-seasoned cast iron pans—those make me happy.

Today lived up to its name. It was a good Friday. There’s a moon out there confirming it. I can’t stop staring at it and I don’t particularly want to. It reminds me of so much, calms me, brings about reflection and meditation, all while hanging there silent and present, offering an entire world of understanding and an even greater amount of mystery. How lucky I am to have that, and how amazing it is that I continue to be surprised by its presence, that I must so often be reminded of what’s always there waiting.

Posted April 6, 2012 by Joel Caris in Encounters, Farm Life

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8 responses to “Good Friday

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  1. Yes, the larger than usual as it was rising, bright orange, stunning moon was sharing itself with many of us tonight!

    • I’m glad others are noticing. Not that I would expect a full moon to go very unnoticed. I missed the orange rising part—but even already up in the sky and cool white in color, it still is incredibly bright and, yes, stunning—that’s the perfect word.

  2. Moonlight streams in through the kitchen windows. It lights up the floor. Reflects in the stainless steel sink. There’s probably a haiku in there, somewhere. It shines through the “office” window. I toy with the idea of swapping bedroom and office, just so I can lie in bed and watch the moon. Lived somewhere else, once, where I could do that. I’ve at least got to clean up the back deck. It’s a perfect moon viewing platform.

    • Sadly, I couldn’t see the moon from my bedroom. I went into another room to gaze out at it. Didn’t even think about sleeping in there for the view, though it would have been nice. Best was going outside and seeing it more clearly, in the cold, feeling a bit more connected thanks to the exposure. God, what brilliance the moon is. Clean that deck up, for sure. It’ll be worth it.

  3. The white-blooming trees
    Lit softly by pure silver
    First full Moon of Spring

  4. I saw the moon last night, it was massive and orange/red. It looked like it never has to me…the night time sun…and full. There is a lot of mental fullness there, reflecting the brilliance of the sun. Need look no further than the natural world.

    Aaron

    emtmusings.blogspot.com

    • Man, I wish I’d noticed it on the rise. I love when it’s huge and orange, just above the horizon. So fantastic—always this delicious mix of surreal and awe-inspiring. Makes me want to worship the damn thing.

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