I spent the evening on my rooftop deck, gazing at the moon. It’s a full moon tonight. A supermoon. A large moon. A really, really bright moon.
During a recent yoga practice, the teacher said that this full moon marks an auspicious time for new beginnings. I haven’t done research on this yet — as I always thought the “new moon” was an auspicious time for new beginnings.
But really, I like to believe that any time is an auspicious time for a new beginnings. No better time to act on something than the present, right? Supermoon or wimpymoon, right?
Given the words of my teacher, however, I figured that I’d seize the evening to reflect on the idea of new beginnings.
As I sat up on the deck, I revisited episodes of contemplation conducted up there — and the new beginnings inspired as a result. I agonized over what to do with my life after I lost my job at Kurtis Productions, up there. Four months later, I agonized over which job offer to take, up there. Four years later, I agonized over what to do about a relationship that was crushing my heart and spirit, up there.
That roof deck harbors the echoes of my agony, my confusion and my prayers over these recent years. I only realized this tonight.
There’s something about not having a “ceiling” and being able to emit my energy to the sun, the clouds — and tonight, the moon — that is freeing, less suffocating. Feelings travel from my heart to the sky, and out into the universe.
Will she answer back this time?
I kept my eyes fixed on the bright moon tonight, searching for a “sign.”
In between spontaneous tears, I felt a lunar embrace. That’s good enough for tonight. I have a feeling that someday soon I’ll reflect on this night, another night of contemplation intertwined with threads of agony, and smile at what was ultimately inspired.
That’s my hope anyway. One I beamed from my heart to the sky, and out into the universe.