Otherworldly

originally uploaded by etravus -since Feb. 2006.

There's something otherworldly about the moon some nights.
well, now that i say it, i guess there's always something otherworldly about the moon.
some nights, though, it comes to remind me. tonight the moon was just so round it was bulging, so close it was tangible, so big i hardly recognized it. it was a soft pastel yellow against a blue sky that was fading to purple. it just made me stop and look. it hovered right above the trees, just hung there, so big and plump and soft.
the moon is not menacing. the moon is not bright. the moon is just helpful; helpful and beautiful. not always visible, not always noticed. different, and distant, and a striking reminder that we're actually going about our business on a piece of mud that is crashing and spinning through units of universe.
we are hurtling, careening through existence and we aren't even capable of noticing it.
...sound familiar?

would we feel peace if the earth just stopped?

there is something very enlightening about the moon. it reminds me that we are still moving.