THE MOON AT ITS MAGIC: The Beautiful Summer Morning Diary of Noy

December 20th, 2007

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The Moon At Its Magic

I did a lot of re-organizing inside the house (not much, but quite rewarding). I am left with 1-1/2 weeks of “home-bound” self-declared holiday. And I am putting it to good use (decluttering and related tasks).

I had always been telephone mad (still am…). Well, back to the main agenda. I received two separate overseas calls from close relatives; one from my niece and the other from a favorite sister. My sister and I used to have real lengthy conversations, but because of some isolated issues which donâ€™t really involve her, I just didn’t feel like calling her for quite sometime … which I used to do often.

She is a perfect sister: A beautiful person, inside and outside; warm and caring. A lot of people say we are each other’s mirror image, except for some few individual traits. Of the whole brood, we two almost are “looking” like twins … separated by nine years. We really look alike, and talk alike. A strong feature we both got from our late father. Well, my father was a good-looking man. (Ahem!). What can I say (grin)? Amen.

Who’s more eligible to my father’s legacy? Between the two of us, I would say she is the more suited. She’s very religious. I am, on average, spiritual. She’s the softer one (being the older, I believe), I am the more upfront and becoming. She shuns the limelight and confrontation; I love to “express” my opinions. She’s the fussy eater; I love to “gobble”. She’s choosy in a lot of things (friends for one), I gather loads of them (trimmed down to just few close ones). She’s always the prim and proper, I am more the unorthodox. She’s very traditional, I am eccentric. She’s very subdued, I am bold and outright. She’s more balanced (Libra that is), I am the two extreme selves (typical fish). Despite those individual differences, we bonded quite well. Well, perhaps the main reason why we’re so close is because we both have the same, very strong moral values in life. A strong trait passed on to us by our old-fashioned parents.

Now, back to the main issue. We had a real long conversation, a heart-to-heart talk. She didn’t know, though, that I had been harboring this ill-feeling towards her for more than a year. Maybe she felt it, somehow, maybe not. Nevertheless, I was always in touch with her two daughters (also in two separate parts of the world). Well, how did I manage to relay my sentiments to her? Well… her main lines were: “How have you been doing? It’s been a while. How’s everyone? Howâ€™s your health? Did you fix your passport already (I misplaced it and had been “in hiding” ever since)? Have you been going to church often (been in touch with the “One” above?)”. More open-ended questions. “I’ve heard you’ve been so involved with a lot of extra-curricular activities … the net for one” .

And that was when I lost the plot (I cracked!). Yes, I cried like a child (shame on me!). I told her the whole lot: My ill-feelings. Feelings of being abandoned by her … dadida dida, and so on and so forth. I felt so vulnerable, and fragile. Even told her that I have been enjoying a new-found family I’ve got at the present. I even rationalized a crazy theory – “we could always choose our friends … but not our sisters”. Gee, that was cruel of me! Anyway, summing up everything, things were threshed out, being the ever giving person that she is. And I’m finally at peace again. As if nothing happened! I was so overwhelmingly happy. Over the moon, in fact!

I normally check our letterbox twice a day – mornings and afternoons (4 p.m., the latest). Because of that precious phone call, I went to check the mails a little bit late: After sunset, in the dark. I looked up, the sky seemed to be in alignment with everything that is. The moon (nearing its fullness) was so beautifully shaded by a shawl-looking cloud formation surrounding it. It looked like a monochromatic shroud of orange and pink and gray, trying to swirl in circular pattern. It was absolutely magical. I stood in awe in the middle of the driveway for a while (curiously) to find out how long this elliptical event would last. For some reasons, it didn’t allow me to witness it. It was just there, seemingly frozen as it stood still. Even the colour blending was completely seized … unmoved … and looked permanently pasted.

Branches
Coutesy of Terry Gorley

I was still in daze. Went inside, opened and checked all the mail and forgot about such a powerful encounter with the enigmatic moon. Decided to open my box and check the incoming mails. Did some few related things. Prepared meals and had dinner. I then was reminded of that early evening brush with the moon. I quickly dashed to “investigate” and looked once again through my regular “viewing room” (this room is the place where I always have “rendezvous” with the magical moon in all its different phases). On normal circumstances, I always find time to enjoy the full-phased moon beaming happily and peeking through the “decades-old” golden cane palm leaves. I always enjoy watching it playing hide-and-seek whilst the palm leaves sway with gusto, especially, when the gentle breeze teases and swings it into action. I love it! It gives me a very tranquil feeling watching it from a distance whilst it seemingly looks like just within reach. You could almost snatch it as it naughtily leaps in between these pliant leaves … “catch me if you can …”. Blissfully divine!

As I looked and checked just now, the mysterious-looking shroud is, surprisingly, still there. A bit subdued but is still there. Different cloud formation, which made it more interesting: A bit more opaque … and vague. But there’s no denying that it still has its aura of mystic influence on me today. I never saw the moon this enchanting … and enthralling: The expression of the self, perhaps, a good omen. I firmly believe that the moon has always been watching me. Just like the same conviction that my father’s spirit is always around. And like this moon from the distance, watching and guiding me. Very endearing.

Today, I watched this moon very intently. I even talked to it. Call it chanting or praying … I did. Just like a symbolic form of the confession box. My father sitting inside it, listening intently as I talked. And from the other side of the continent, my sister must have been watching this moon, too, perhaps, talking to it, also. I could almost hear her message: “Shhhhh, it’s alright … this moon and the stars beneath are perfectly aligned”.

Until here, whichever phase of the moon you are experiencing, enjoy it to the fullest and interpret it to its superlative degree. At this writing, I felt a light, soothing surge (from the nape to the back). I feel so very good.

Be that moon. Cast your shadow and feel good, too. Have a beautiful summer morning.

Keep smiling … I am,

Noy

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