The Gift of the Moon
This week I had
the opportunity to reunite with family that live thousands of miles away. As
part of our visit, we had “Christmas Part 2”. We couldn’t all be together at
Christmas, and this was a chance to get together; while we had the chance, we
had a mini second Christmas. There were many gifts that were too fragile to
send through the mail. We knew we would be getting together as a family this
week, so we decided to wait.
This year for
Christmas we had drawn names of who to get a gift for. This year my nephew had
my name. I didn’t know what I would receive. I had no expectations. For me, giving
a gift is much more important than getting one. I like to put much thought into the gift I am giving, making sure the gift is perfect for that person.
To my surprise,
I received a beautiful framed photograph of the moon-that my nephew himself had
taken. I have never seen such an image of the moon before. A perfect photo of
the moon. The perfect present for me. The gift of the moon.
The moon is my inspiration, my comfort, my companion, my muse. The perfect present for the poet of the moon. ;)
The moon is my inspiration, my comfort, my companion, my muse. The perfect present for the poet of the moon. ;)
Behold my
friend, my inspiration, my muse, the moon.
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