The Night We Saved the Moon

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It was just past midnight when the moon fell from the sky.

It landed in the lake south of our barn and slowly began to sink below the surface. I saw it from my place at the window.

Lately I have been unable to sleep and lie in bed beside my husband until his breathing changes to soft snores.  Then I move to the chair beside the window from which I can study the night sky.

It seems to me the Universe surely has all the answers hidden somewhere.  All we need to do is to look in the right place, ask the right questions, and our little piece of the eternal puzzle will be revealed.

This farm and this life and this man are what I chose. Now I study the stars and wonder— is this all there is?

The life has become harder, the farm has struggled through crop failures and now flooding and the man…..well the man and I appear to have fallen out of love.  Or so it seems.

So I sit up at night and look to the sky for answers.

Although the rains have stopped much of the country around here is flooded.  Rivers have spilled over their banks and culverts and gulleys run with water.  Our lake has risen right up to the barn.

Tonight the muddy lake water has turned to a beautiful fiery gold.  It has gathered up the moons’ shine and multiplied it out from the center to reach as far as the water spreads.  It is so beautiful I sit and gaze at it for a long while before i notice that the moon is sinking.

I dress quickly, calling my husband’s name as I pull on jeans and a sweatshirt.  It takes him moments to wake but when he looks out the window he doesn’t question me, just begins to dress as fast as I.  Downstairs we yank on coats and pull our clean mud boots from the closet.  In minutes we are standing on the lake shore, wondering what to do.

As the night sky rotates towards dawn we try different solutions.  Pulling it with a rope does not work, in fact it causes it to tip and slip further beneath the surface.  After three failed attempts I turn to my husband and see the same feeling of despair written on his face.  This seems so important to us, so vital for us to do together.  There is no thought of calling others to help.

He drags our row-boat from the barn and throws the rope into it.  Together we push-off and sail to the middle of the lake where our moon waits patiently.  Together we use the rope to lift it easily into the boat .  Together we hold the moon up and maneuver back to safe ground.

When we roll the moon out of the boat it lifts gently up into the air and glides back into the night sky.  I find myself holding my husband’s hand and when he leans in for a kiss it is the best kiss we have ever shared. I melt into his arms and in the morning I’m still there, snuggled close beside him in our bed.

“What an odd and beautiful dream,” I think and wonder if that is why everything feels so much better this morning.

The love of my life is still sleeping when I tiptoe downstairs to start the coffee.

It will be hours before I notice the muddy boots dropped haphazardly by the door.

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Of Daughters and Fishes

Zero to Hero Day Twelve. Write a post that builds on a comment you left on another blog.

Claudette from if you’re looking for answers asked “Question 2 – The Eternal Fish” which prompted a comment from me followed by this post.

The fish in question
The fish in question

Recently I was faced with a moral dilemma. It was presented to me by the inadvertent abandonment of one little Siamese Fighting Fish into my keeping.

Is it immoral to “accidentally” allow said fish to expire somewhat sooner than the date which Fate has in mind for that particular activity for that particular fish?

I live with several cats…..if his fishbowl were left at cat level it could soon become empty and I would never even have to know whodunnit!

Except that a little over 20 years ago my 4-year-old son had a beautiful goldfish named Cleo whom the whole family loved and one night we came home from an outing to find Cleo gasping her last breath in the middle of the hallway floor. Although it truly was an accident – a bedroom door carelessly left ajar can often have unexpected consequences – I felt guilty for days.

I had failed that fish. Failed to protect her pretty little tortoise-colored sides from the ravages of kitty claws, failed to provide enough security to allow her to live long and prosper.

So how could I, even for a moment, consider abandoning this new little piscean guest to the same fate?

Well, I couldn’t, of course. Not really. I mean, I bought that fish to mark the celebration of my youngest daughter’s college graduation. Went thrifting with her in her little college downtown to find the perfect giant vase to turn into a fish bowl. Bought gravel, shells, fake plants, water conditioner, premium fishie food and a net for use when cleaning the bowl once a week.

But, of course, Your Honor, that was it. The motivation, I mean. I suddenly found myself responsible for that reprehensible task. The weekly cleaning of that fishbowl! The disgusting gunk that accumulates at the bottom of a fish bowl…..well, it’s fish poo, really, isn’t it? All mixed up with gooey uneaten fish food in the gravel at the bottom. And probably fish pee too because have you ever smelled that strong ammonia odor when pouring out the old water which probably should have been changed three weeks ago…….

Anyway — I couldn’t do it. Kill the fish that is. Instead I took some pictures of him and sent them off to Youngest Daughter who moved to Los Angeles seven months ago. Packed all her worldly possessions into her other graduation present and drove cross-country to pursue Her Dream. About three hours after she left on that four-day-drive my phone rang. It was Youngest, breathless, bordering on tears.

“I forgot Poseidon!” she gulped. I frowned and looked around the kitchen. “Should I come back for him? Can you mail him to me? What should I do?” she wailed.

“Visit him at Christmas,” I answered firmly and that was how I came to be fish-sitting this particular critter. Who is actually very social…for a fish. And who greets me cheerily every day when I climb up to the top of the bookcase where he resides in order to sprinkle food into his bowl. Sometimes when I talk he swims over to take a look at me. And he’s very smart…..for a fish. So I guess the little guy is safe for a while.

Clearly, I’m hooked.

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Thoughts of Rain and Sunshine

Soggy lullaby
crashing slashing flashing too
the Storming of Spring

It stormed last night. Most of the night, in fact. Which is alright because I rather like the sound of a storm when I am tucked in safely.

This morning when I got up the sun was back but I was still inspired to seek out a new photo for my blog header. I love this great capture of a spring rain shower in progress which I found on http://www.scenicreflections.com.

A real-life event pulled me away from the blogosphere for the past week but I’m back now and still determined to finish Zero to Hero. Congratulations to all of you who are almost finished! What do you plan to do next?

Inspiration of Me

Zero to Hero Day Nine – Inspire Yourself! Write a post inspired by your About page.

Once upon a long time ago I was a Shakespearean actress. I was a journalist who marched in Viet Nam war protests and rode circus elephants. I was a marketing executive on the east coast, a publishing assistant in New York city and a non-profit leader in the Midwest. I partied with actors whose names you would recognize, made the gossip columns in Washington D.C. and had a bittersweet romance with a Pulitzer Prize winning author.

From there I moved on to a more important existence. Met a man who made me laugh, married him, had his children. Three of them; each a part of my soul and carrying a piece of my heart with them into this world.

We grew older, the kids grew up. Cancer came to visit with us. It stayed a long time. A very long time. When it left it took my husband with it.

Now my son lives on one coast of the United States and my baby girl lives on the other. My middle daughter and I live in the center.

I never made a decision to stop trying. I just did.

Now it’s time to start again.