:: moon in the window ::

We were watching KPBS, a show about chimpanzees being reintroduced to the outdoors and then one about underwater tunnels. Fascinating, mostly because it was all in high definition and (I must admit) that does change the viewing experience.

So I was lying on my spot on the living room floor, on my stomach, learning about rebreathers, when I looked up and saw the moon perfectly framed in the highest window. It was full and clear and there was even a palm tree right next to it, like a postcard picture. I pointed it out to the person closest to me, who was in a recliner to my left. Look. The moon.

The only trouble was, from where he sat the moon was blocked by a big piece of house. There was no moon, no postcard palm tree in his view.

But instead of telling me it wasn't there, he got out of his chair and got on his hands and knees till he could see my moon in the window.

And I'm thinking about this because I'm thinking about being right, and about what a difference a little perspective can make. Maybe we're both right. Maybe I'm right and you're right and it's just a matter of getting out of the chair to come see that there really is a moon in the window.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm here to say that I have just read every single entry from the last month and a half. Your writing still makes me toe-touch inside, and think, and praise God for giving you words.

And see you soon!!! It feels like it's been too long!


7:58 AM  
Blogger Digs said...

Thank you for my birthday presents and your presence at Corvettes! I listened to the CD all the way home, even turning down side streets to lengthen the enjoyment. Thank you!

10:09 AM  
Blogger :: mandy :: said...

Thanks, Em. I'm smiling.

And you're welcome, Sarah. I secretly wanted that cd myself; that's why I thought you'd like it. I'm glad you do!

2:15 PM  

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