So I’m outside just now contemplating the Moon. I’ve said this before, how I see his “face” etched out in the craters and mountains and valleys. (If indeed there are mountains and valleys on the Moon?) His face concerns me. It’s a startled look of consternation that I see. And I wonder… is it just sadness I see or disapproval? He’s up there, night after night for eons upon eons. All alone. It’s got to be cold up there. The loneliness must be unbearable. Or is it something else, I ponder. He’s been watching over us from the time the Earth was clean and fresh and new. There were green forests and blue water and beautiful mountains and beauty as far as the eye could see. Mr. Moon has watched Man destroy so much of that splendor by moving mountains, clearing forests, polluting water. Concrete has taken the place of fields and forests. To be up there looking down at this big mess we’ve made would surely stir great sadness in anyone’s soul. So I feel a great sense of empathy for Mr. Moon.
He’s a trusty old dude. He can be relied upon to shine in all his phases like clockwork. He keeps the tides in working order. Sure, they get riled up now and then, but they always go out and come back in and he makes sure of it. He uses his influence predictably. When he’s fully visible, he arranges that lots of new babies are born. His pull lets us change our moods and get a little crazy now and then. From so far away, his powers over us are impressive. Coyotes know his power and have been known to sit in his light and howl their praises.
Mr. Moon has prompted songwriters to sing of his beauty. He provides that magical light, not too bright, but just enough to stir a bit of romance and the perfect background for a special kiss. Any couple who has walked hand in hand basked in his light is well aware of the effect upon their emotions. That gentle tug that can pull two lovers together. That glow which he reflects from the sun can transform even the plainest face into a thing of beauty. It’s almost as if he’s up there encouraging us to get close and love each other.
There are Sun worshipers. Personally, I find it hard to have a personal relationship with a huge glowing ball of fiery gas. I can’t even look straight at the thing to admire it. And while basking in the Moon’s light isn’t giving my skin the vitamins it needs, I feel comforted and assured that the Moon is up there watching over me. And you. And everyone else. I often look up at him and think that, at any given moment, Bruce Springsteen or Brad Pitt or Sean Penn or any other of a gazillion people could be looking up at the same time. We all share the Moon. He’s been a part of each of our lives for our entire lives. From the time your Grandma or your Grandpa held you up and pointed to the sky, saying, “Look, there’s the Moon,” until now, he’s been there for you.
He’s up there for us to admire. Pure and simple Moon. Asks nothing of us. And yet we ignore him, mess up his “view” and now and then send up an astronaut or two to tarnish his soil and threaten to overtake him. I don’t know where I’m going with this, I guess I just wanted to remind you to appreciate Mr. Moon. Call me crazy but I think before I go to sleep tonight, I’m going to walk outside one more time and blow him a kiss goodnight. And then I’ll fall asleep content to know he’s peeking in my window watching over me and my dreams.