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There is no such thing as a God forsaken town

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There is no such thing as a God forsaken town

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The Moon

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I thought about how this phenomenon fascinates us as Earthlings.  We travel through each day without realizing that the planet is moving and turning and changing, constantly.  We are reminded of our minuteness when a super moon appears in the sky, when that moon is eclipsed by the place we walk upon.

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Spiritual Thursday: Moon Wisdom

February 1, 2018 by margaretsmn

The moon and the stars to rule by night: for his mercy endures forever.
Psalm 136:9

I went out on a walk Wednesday morning in search of the moon. I chased it through the neighborhood trying to capture the eclipse on my phone. The pictures, of course, do not do it justice.

I thought about how this phenomenon fascinates us as Earthlings. We travel through each day without realizing that the planet is moving and turning and changing, constantly. We are reminded of our minuteness when a super moon appears in the sky, when that moon is eclipsed by the place we walk upon.

But smallness means nothing to God. God cares for every particle, every sparrow, every hair upon your head. Like an eclipse, this goodness and love is hard to imagine, difficult to believe. So we keep testing it. Who am I to eat the crumbs under your table, Lord?

The rose on my kitchen table does not wait for me to notice before it blooms. With all my faults, my worries, my stupid pettiness, I am loved and revered as the rose. God's love is unconditional and waiting. All we need to do is say, Yes, Thanks, Wow!*

Help, Thanks, Wow is the title of a book by Anne Lamott.

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The moon and the stars to rule by night: for his mercy endures forever. Psalm 136:9 I went out on a walk Wednesday morning in search of the moon. I chased it through the neighborhood trying to capture the eclipse on my phone. The pictures, of course, do not do it justice.

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The Man in the Moon

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Lavender Moon

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The Moon Inside Us All

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Hello All:  I considered what I would say to the moon, and was reminded of "This Little Light of Mine"... and so this poem:

Come close, Sister Moon

Show me your glowing face

Whisper to me of your mystery

Of strength and patience, beauty, grace

Tell me what you keep

In your thin crescent bowl,

When you turn away

Where do you hide?

What makes you blush

From copper to rose?

What fascination

Charms the tides?

We’re sisters, sweet Moon,

We share our wealth

Of lovelight from above

I thank you, Sister Moon,

And send you

All my love.

© Karen Eastlund

January 2018

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Pleasures from the Page - Ramona Behnke 

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Pleasures from the Page - Ramona Behnke 

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Moon Musings

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Once in a Blue Moon
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Come with me on a "Glory Tour"

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The moon is the reflection of your heart and moonlight is the twinkle of your love. -Debasish Mridha

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Today Donna has asked that we post something about the moon and how it makes us feel. Click on her name and check out her blog.

The Moon... ahhh so many different emotions. My granny would tell me that a crest moon was really God"s thumb nail. I believed her and would always tell my family that God was cutting his nails each time I saw one.

I also remember Mother pointing to the moon and I would recite the verse she taught me... I think it was in the womb...

I see the moon and the moon sees me
God bless the moon and God bless me

So sometimes when I see the moon, I think about love ones that are in heaven.

Then I remember the day man walked on the moon. I was in 5th grade and I didn't really care that a man was walking on the moon. I wanted to go outside to play but Nooooo we had to stay glued to a black and white TV and watch history . Boring.... for a 11 year old

Then came my teen years..... ohlala... moonlight took an entirely different meaning. But to this day, when I see a full moon reflecting off water... I have to kiss my husband.... I remember how much we love each other back then ... like a raging river rush toward a uncertain ending... that river doesn't rage any more but current is still just as strong.

This finally picture shows what the moon meant most of the time to me and my cousins. Being scared and scaring others. When I see clouds over the moon I think of haunted houses and barns... dares that would make you knees knock and your teeth rattle. And campfire ghost stories stays in your dreams until you die.

Some say that the moon has powers, I know it has a hand with the tide and Indians have always though the blessing of the moon would make the tribe stronger. But for me, I see it as a reminder that we are not alone, even in the darkest hour of night. It reminds us to look to heaven for guidance.

Oh yes, I nearly forgot the best thing about a full moon. Going on a trail ride guided only by moonlight and a good horse. Try it! I swear you will love it.

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Today Donna has asked that we post something about the moon and how it makes us feel. Click on her name and check out her blog. The Moon... ahhh so many different emotions. My granny would tell me that a crest moon was really God"s thumb nail.

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The super blue blood moon in all its glory is captured in my blog post in photos, digital designs, and verse.

http://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2018/02/celestial-convergence.html

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Bookseed Studio

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From Brenda at FriendlyFairyTales

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shades of silver
moonlight on an icy river
frozen in time

Copyright 2018 Brenda Davis Harsham

Notes: Happy Poetry Friday and thanks to Donna Smith at MainelyWrite for hosting! There's still time to add a line or two to my Poetry Is... An Invitation if you missed it last week. Stop by next week to see the full collection and write a poem from it.

Did everyone see the Super Blue Moon Wednesday night? My kids informed me that a blue moon is a second full moon in one month. And it's a super moon because it's nearest the earth. Meanwhile, my son is playing on the cello. Some moments are worth remembering.

Also, I'm thinking about writing book reviews. Anyone have links to good how-to articles or thoughts on using the cover page from the internet? Thanks!

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shades of silver moonlight on an icy river frozen in time Copyright 2018 Brenda Davis Harsham Notes: Happy Poetry Friday and thanks to Donna Smith at MainelyWrite for hosting! There's still time to add a line or two to my Poetry Is... An Invitation if you missed it last week.