The moon is luminous in the sky this morning. It sips to shrink.
I’m with words from David Whyte:
Apprentice yourself to the curve of your own disappearance.
Can I do that? Apprentice myself to the curve of my own disappearance.
At my age, I understand I won’t live forever. Each moment and breath is precious, a gift, and I desire to be in the pause that knows and honors that, the curve that holds awareness in its lips, a smile.
The moon shows us each month how to grow, shrink, and disappear. She shows us as she stays whole yet gives us a moving view that is teacher and guide.