The moon and the moonlight has been so beautiful these past nights. Actually all summer long, the full moon has been stunning. Glowing, intense, alive. There's something about summer nights that really affects me. Energizing and Renewing me. The peacefulness of night, the calm of the end of another day. The stars sparkling, twinkling mysteriously in the sky. The crickets clicking, the owls hooting, the night birds chirping, as they settle in the oak trees for the night. Moonbeams shining down on the horses, as they relax from the hot day of waring with biting flies. The moon, a magical flashlight from the heavens, bathing everything in a soft glitter. I love the warmth of summer nights, and soon, the crispness of summer ebbing into fall. I contemplate another day battled, another day survived. Giving me hope, but also giving me sadness.
Every night, after the challenges of the day, I "escort" the 3 little doggies outside for their nightly pee. They're so funny how they won't "do their business" without me actually walking out with them. But this is how I get to see and feel the magic of night. This is how I get to see and feel the moon, that most miss, by going to bed early. My nightly routine has become me putting Jim to bed, sometimes easy, sometimes an ordeal... more an ordeal when I am not well from weekly chemo side effects. You know that feeling when you Just Want To Be In Bed.... Like Now! And you don't want to deal with Any Thing Else? That's my Tuesday and Wednesday nights. The yucky side effects creeping in, dragging me down, sucking me into awfulness. Nausea, achyness, swollen, bloat, that metallic taste in my mouth, headachy. That over all chemo crash yuckiness, the punched in the gut feeling... but when I'm outside, not matter how awful I feel, the moon and the beauty of the night, somehow replenishes my spirit and gives me hope to move forward to another day.