The Moon in My Eyes

Last night, as I was drifting off to sleep, a light peeped through my blinds. It was the moon. She does that occasionally. She peeks in and winks at me. I feel a bit like the little gray bunny in the great green room when I whisper, "Good night, Moon".

Recently, a friend said I was moon sensitive. I really liked that. I think maybe I always have been.

The moon and I now play a dance as old as time. I follow her around. Sometimes, when it's warm, I go outside and sit under her light. And I make wishes. Set intentions, if you will.

It's always a marvelous night for a Moondance.