Yesterday evening I went to visit a friend. She lives in a town to the north of me so we decided on a meeting point mid-way, about an hour's drive from home for each of us. We had a lovely visit and then, just after sunset, headed home.
I rounded a bend in the road and there it was: the moon. Not just any moon, either: a HUGE full moon, hanging just above the tops of the trees, yellow against a sky that looked like it had been painted with a water colour wash.
It was wonderful.
My first response was "Damn! I don't have my camera with me!"
Then, as clearly as if it had been spoken aloud, an inner voice said, "Forget about what you don't have. Look at what's here!"
I pulled the car off the road and sat, watching the moon as it rose higher in the sky, while the water colour wash darkened to blue.
And as I was watching, a feeling of perfect contentment - as fragile and evanescent as a soap bubble - settled in my heart.
I realized that, just at that moment, just in that place, life had provided me exactly what I needed.
Amazing how that happens.