Moon Rise

Whenever there is news of a big full moon I run around town looking for the best place to see it rise.

Nine times out of ten.  I do not see it.  It's uncanny.  

Our house is surrounded by pine trees.

They make a glorious sound when it is windy.

However they make my sunrise and moonrise viewing

frustrating.

Anyway, I'm not just here to complain.

I want to tell you my sweet delight yesterday upon leaving Physical therapy at ten to five.

I looked to my left to make my right hand turn

and there, rising above our main street was the big beautiful full moon.

I smiled and scanned the horizon the whole way home; Not seeing it most of the time,

but a getting a thrilling glimpse 

every so often.

Most things I can capture satisfactory with my camera,

but not the moon.  

This image is from the lovely picture book, 

Owl Moon by Jane Yolken.

It's the quietest of books you will read.

 

"When you go owling you don’t need words or warm or anything but hope. That’s what Pa says. The kind of hope that flies on silent wings under a shining Owl Moon."

Seeing the moon on my drive home made me feel these kind of feels.

It's just that way for me.

Encourage one another,

Donna

 

I was the youngest kid in my class.

This picture is from Prom, 

Wheaton Central High School.

1974

Sue was a Senior and I was a Junior.

Sue graduated in 1974. Her class just celebrated their 50th high school reunion.

Gosh.  Aren't they old.

ah hem.  My 50th is this year.

But, you know, I was young for my class.

*****

The Folks Inside by Shel Silverstein

Inside you, boy,

There's an old man sleepin',

Dreamin', waitin' for his chance.

Inside you, girl,

There's an old lady dozin',

Wantin' to show you a slower dance.

So keep on playin,

Keep on runnin',

Keep on jumpin', til the day

That those old folks

Down inside you

Wake up....and come out to play.

*****

No one could have explained to me how odd it feels to be in the Betty White,

Aunt Bea era but you still feel like Bewitched or Mindy.

 (Mork and Mindy that is)

When I sent out Christmas cards this year, I actually thought,

people are not going to know who the heck I am.

(you know, the hair)

Life is funny and weird and I'm suppose to be thankful to be alive.

Which I am.

But it's still weird to be...elderly.

Never forget.

I was the youngest kid in my class, the class of 1975.

And the middle child.

There's that too.

ha

Love ya.

Mean it.

Aging quizzically,

Donna Elsie

PS.  Ages of the sisters in the picture

Nancy (21), Sue (17), Cindy (13), Donna (16)

Janice and Janet (8)

 

It is enough. Afterall.

1 Corinthians 13:13

But now faith, hope, and love remain, these three:

but the greatest of these is love.

*******

Thank you friend.

2025 will be a year of healing.

Mind, body and spirit.

*****

What more could anyone ask for?  

If you have one such friend. 

You are blessed.

I am blessed.

In searching my photos,

I found some gems.....

I'm all over the place today.

Happy NEW Year to YOU!

Love you.

Mean it!

Encourage one another...you are so good at it!

Donna