Sorry, I NEVER want to be a kid again. But I do like some of the memories...

Harvest Moon - October 6, 2006

All it takes to recapture my youth is to step into the moonlit night.

I recall sitting crossed-legged in the cool Kentucky Bluegrass on sultry summer evenings. Crickets chirped and cicadas buzzed as I would gaze up into the night sky mesmerized by the full moon.

Some of my happiest childhood memories involved crisp autumn nights when the sweet scent of the fireplace smoke mingled with the cinnamon from my mother’s candles and wreaths. The nights were not yet cold, but perfect for bundling up in a blanket and sitting on the porch swing with hot apple cider, sharing my day with the full harvest moon.

At some point, I realized that the moon knew me as a young girl but would also know me at my oldest. It would see me through my greatest moments and shine bright even when I couldn’t.

My current favorite moon shines against the backdrop of moored sailboats gently bobbing with the incoming ocean waves. My husband and I walk hand in hand at the shore break, and my friend lights our path as we make our way through the night…and through life.

I search for the moon nightly. It makes me feel young and powerful. It reminds me of my past, it calms me in my present, and it gives me hope about my future.