Moonstruck, a Meditation on Earth’s Moon

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The crescent moon rises in the early night sky, a scythe among the clouds, sharp against the fading blue and the sun’s dying light.

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Cooking by the light of the full moon, the shadows in the corners illuminated, tugging at my mind. I bend low, hunting for a knife to chop the onion, slice the beef. The red of flesh against the silver blade, sparkling like rubies spilled on white sand.

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Gazing up at the yellow sphere, its heavenly perch the stuff of legends and fear in serried forests and endless seas, I feel wonder wash over me. How many eyes like mine have peered at that glowing ball in the sky, searching for the key, the way to unlock the unknown, the unfathomable?

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Sighing, I set the knife down and scoop the meat and onions into the smoking olive oil in the skillet. First, eat. yes.

© 2013 C. Bertelsen. No photos can be used without my permission.


  • Yes, first eat. Like you these days I wonder at the wonder. Last night as I spoke on the phone to a girlfriend from Texas out on my back deck four young deer wandered across the creek. No one saw them at that moment except me. Hundreds and thousands have seen deer before but no one experienced that view and had the feelings I did at that moment. Then I began to think, after I hung up with Sandra, of those friends of mine who have died and would not experience the joys I do now. It’s a lot to wonder about just as the moon is a lot to wonder about…and it WAS so beautiful that full moon! Thanks for the inspiration.


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