If you were up very early this morning you would have seen the most fantastic sight.
Between 5am and 6am today the full moon was setting in the western sky and as it sank lower on the horizon, it grew to that wonderful, large 'harvest moon' type size.
It truly was a spectacular sight.
With the warm weather we have been having, the air was filled with pungent fragrances from blooming flowers and trees.
Usually this is anathema to me. Allergies have, for the last 10 years, left me cursing spring and praying for Noah-type monsoon rains in March, April and May.
But not this season. So far I have been almost allergy free.
And so it was today that I found myself leisurely stolling around the city contemplating how absolutely wonderful life is.
And yet... this evening... I have been on the phone with someone whose day has, obviously, been quite the opposite.
The chirping birds, radiant sunshine and eloquence of spring are wasted for my friend... for she is consumed by heartache.
You know the type. That tummy churning turmoil of personal pain when things are not going well with someone you dearly love.
It made me sad.
Sad... that the beauty of such a wonderful day was lost for this person.
It made me think about that big, wonderful moon this morning.
As I was driving along 41st. Avenue, I found myself humming that Dean Martin song. You know the one, with the lyrics when the moon hits your eye... like a big pizza pie... it's Amore.
But there was no "Amore" for my friend.
And yet, for me, I see silver lining in it all.
Because as we chatted about her heartache, I got a chance to peel away another layer of this person... to peer beyond the facade so many of us use to shield ourselves from those around us.
And what did I see? Well, I got a chance to see the tender side of my friend. The vulnerable side of her.
I saw inside the soul of someone who, at first glance, I have assumed was emotionally hard. Instead, I see someone who is - in reality - a very caring, loving and giving person.
How lucky I am today. Not only was it one of those types of days where you feel wonderful to be alive... but I had the chance to see a side of someone I don't often get to see.
Just seems to be one of those days where you find good in everything. Even the pain of a friend.
This really has nothing to do with Perb...
But it gave me pause to think tonight. And I just thought I would share those thoughts with you for a bit.
Thanks for indulging me,
spaceghost
Between 5am and 6am today the full moon was setting in the western sky and as it sank lower on the horizon, it grew to that wonderful, large 'harvest moon' type size.
It truly was a spectacular sight.
With the warm weather we have been having, the air was filled with pungent fragrances from blooming flowers and trees.
Usually this is anathema to me. Allergies have, for the last 10 years, left me cursing spring and praying for Noah-type monsoon rains in March, April and May.
But not this season. So far I have been almost allergy free.
And so it was today that I found myself leisurely stolling around the city contemplating how absolutely wonderful life is.
And yet... this evening... I have been on the phone with someone whose day has, obviously, been quite the opposite.
The chirping birds, radiant sunshine and eloquence of spring are wasted for my friend... for she is consumed by heartache.
You know the type. That tummy churning turmoil of personal pain when things are not going well with someone you dearly love.
It made me sad.
Sad... that the beauty of such a wonderful day was lost for this person.
It made me think about that big, wonderful moon this morning.
As I was driving along 41st. Avenue, I found myself humming that Dean Martin song. You know the one, with the lyrics when the moon hits your eye... like a big pizza pie... it's Amore.
But there was no "Amore" for my friend.
And yet, for me, I see silver lining in it all.
Because as we chatted about her heartache, I got a chance to peel away another layer of this person... to peer beyond the facade so many of us use to shield ourselves from those around us.
And what did I see? Well, I got a chance to see the tender side of my friend. The vulnerable side of her.
I saw inside the soul of someone who, at first glance, I have assumed was emotionally hard. Instead, I see someone who is - in reality - a very caring, loving and giving person.
How lucky I am today. Not only was it one of those types of days where you feel wonderful to be alive... but I had the chance to see a side of someone I don't often get to see.
Just seems to be one of those days where you find good in everything. Even the pain of a friend.
This really has nothing to do with Perb...
But it gave me pause to think tonight. And I just thought I would share those thoughts with you for a bit.
Thanks for indulging me,
spaceghost
