Yesterday bid good-bye and today was already three hours old and still the body would not go to sleep. Finally my turn to be the whisper as I asked “What do you need?” Stepping outside into pre dawn’s pre dawn I stared up at the moon. Perhaps, sometimes, the moon just wants to chat. Unlike the sun, her vigil is kept when all is still. Perhaps the world and the earth needs an extra prayer and blessing for peace, safety, and ease of heart.A little hobbit and the moon chatted. With a bow I said “Namaste and good night.” Though she was just a thumb nail image last night and pre dawn, her fulness is the voice that conversed. And though the hours slept were also a thumb nail in terms of hours, the fulness of the moon was the gifted rest.
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