The Gift of the Morning Moon

Yesterday morning was a bright, sparkly blue-skied gift. As I showered, I was filled with anticipation for my drive to Cannon Beach, Oregon and for a few days at the beach. And, while most of my anticipation held the feeling of excitement, I also knew that this trip was also a time to be in a healing place as I marked the day two years ago when my husband passed. Like so many things in life, there was a mixture of feelings– a blending of happiness and difficulty; the yin and the yang. I have learned that things in life are rarely one thing or another. They are almost always one thing and another, at the same time.

Back to my shower. Rinsing my hair, I looked up through the skylight in my bathroom and saw the moon; still visible even in the bright morning light. In that moment, I became aware of the gift of the morning moon. It reminded me of the night that was, as well as the night that would come again – and of the presence of light, even in darkness.

Two years ago, almost at this very moment, I kissed my husband good-morning. How could I have known that it would have been the last kiss? As I re-visit that day today, I sense the gift of the morning moon. I have come through the night. And while the night of that loss will always be with me, it can be a reminder to me of the light I experienced that day in the shining-moon presence of God as expressed through the family and friends who surrounded me. Healing has come, yet sometimes the wound is as raw and gaping as that first day. Those days are becoming fewer.

When the barista handed me my morning coffee today, there, in the foam was a lovely heart. Randy is here with me. That last kiss — seen at the top of my cup. Here in this heaven-on-earth spot where surf meets rock and sand, I experience the morning-moon gifts of presence, love and light.

A dear friend reminded me today of this Grief blessing, by John O’Donohue:

“Gradually, you will learn acquaintance

With the invisible form of your departed,

And when the grief work is done,

The wound of your loss will heal

And you will have learned

To wean your eyes

From the gap in the air

And to enter the hearth

In your soul where your loved one

Has awaited your return

All the time.”

Morning moon, indeed.

7 thoughts on “The Gift of the Morning Moon

  1. Samia

    Very nice and inspiring words. I loved reading your text. Thank you Lisa.
    William Penn, English reformer and founder of Pennsylvania said: ” They say love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death cannot kill what never dies”

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    1. Jen Wolcott

      Yet another insightful writing; you truly have the gift. Thank you as these help me through my journeys. Now dealing with aging parents. First roller coaster I have wanted to get off. Enjoy the beach.

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  2. Diane Fisher

    Lisa, it was wonderful meeting you today at the gallery in Cannon Beach. Your blog is lovely and I look forward to reading more of your entries. My best wishes, Diane

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  3. dianefisher

    Hello Lisa, It was wonderful meeting you today at the gallery in Cannon Beach. Your blog is lovely and I look forward to reading more of your entries. My best wishes, Diane

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