Hi, friends,
I hope you and yours are well. We’re having an unusual cold snap in Portland. It’ll even out over the next few days to a more seasonal set of highs and lows, but we’re well on our way to the dark time of the year.
With winter on the way and the hard state of the world, I drove home from the day job one evening this week after working late. The nearly-full moon hung like a jewel in the clear night sky. A memory rose in my heart.
Twenty years ago in the Texas Hill Country I strolled in the dark at a place called Stonehaven under the branches of oaks in the gentle chill of the sweet spring air under the light of the full moon. A part of me—maybe a part of my soul—reached out to the moon, and I felt the moon reach back to me. I placed a hand over my heart to capture the moment. The feeling.
Conjuring that memory is sustaining, a bit of beauty and brightness in the dark.
Do you have a memory like that? Can you close your eyes and bring it to mind? Feel it on your skin? Smell it? Taste it?
May it sustain you.
All my best,
Leslie
Missed you here at camp, as always. Hugs!