Full Moon

There is the most beautiful full moon lighting up the yard tonight. When I look out the window, it looks as if someone turned a streetlight on.

The light put me in mind of a post card I framed from our trip to Muir Woods in 2006. The scene is a ray of sun breaking through the clouds while fog rises among the dark silhouettes of trees on a hillside. In the bottom right-hand corner I copied the words of John Muir:

It is always sunrise somewhere.
The dew is never all dried at once.
A shower is forever falling.
Vapor is forever rising.

Light. Darkness. Beginning. Ending. Full circle.

I watched The Secret Life of Bees tonight, which closely follows the book. I liked the book more than I thought I would. I usually prefer the book if I've read that first, though in this movie the actresses portray beautifully the complex lives of their characters. There isn't always a simple explanation. An ending isn't all happy or sad.

At the end of the story, Lily writes in her journal: I guess I have forgiven myself, although sometimes in the night my dreams will take me back to sadness. I have to wake up and forgive again.

Light. Darkness. Full circle.