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.