It’s simultaneously–> getting easier for the beauty to slip right by out of sight or unnoticed, while becoming more vivid than ever when actually seen.

Take the full moonset I witnessed an early morning this week. From my perspective, a thin cloud curved right through the center showcasing size and influence. I’ve seen this same sky rock a thousand times before/never.  Could have easily missed this showing, driven right under it on my way to work or whatever.  Yet, it registered.  I’m still wanting to reflect on the rock; hold on like it’s a piece of important.  I think I have the capacity, even a propensity to do this holding, though it’s not commonplace for me anymore.  Trying and re-trying to make it common.

I can’t remember my brain not being full, and these days it’s taking more calculated attention to fill up with the right stuff.  It’s maybe even a fight at this stage.  Brawls with schedules and mounting chores, fisticuffs with internet and noise. And those self duels can be grueling.  There’s things to be done y’all/me, but those magic moonsets are happening all around all the time. They set across the dinner table and tell disjointed knock-knock jokes.  They can set to be seen in a side alley or Scrabble game paired with just the right cloud.

I think another just slipped me by, better put on those gloves or get a hatchet.