Crescent Moons | Slithers of Hope

Notes from the wild on being where we are, not where we think we should be...

This week there were so many posts on social media about the total eclipse but I wanted to write more on the meaning I found in the slither of a crescent moon I witnessed in my sky this week.

Maybe you can relate?

I read countless social media/news feeds last week about how awe inspiring the total eclipse was to witness. I met a client that day for a Wild Therapy session and she even commented that it was the eclipse today.

Everything in me wanted to be excited for the eclipse given that it’s a rare event. The next one in the US will be in 2044 apparently.

I looked up when we might be able to see it in the UK that night, it said 8pm and that there would be cloud cover.

To no surprise, I saw nothing.

So although it was a major event, worthy of masses of news coverage, it was also not really very note worthy for me personally.

I wanted to write about this all being ok.

The hype generated made me shudder in many ways at humanity and how drawn we are to seeing THE thing and how restless humanity can be until it witnesses the next thing. We can get so caught up in striving to be one of the ones to witness the thing or have the knowledge about the thing or to learn as much as we can possibly learn so that we can say we’ve finally arrived.

But give me the smaller, every day, ordinary miracles any day.

Because I can connect to those.

I can connect to seeing the kindness of a stranger.

I can connect to meeting my Aunt for a coffee knowing she’s had a pretty tough few weeks and just being with her and enjoying a nice coffee from a good coffee shop, a sausage roll and some heart warming soup.

Give me ordinary over the extra-ordinary every single time because ordinary is beautiful and it’s all these seemingly ordinary moments that are actually making up our lives.

Give me playing with my dog on the lawn.

Give me watching my niece and nephew flinging themselves around a play park.

Give me an honest conversation with my Mum about how I found the day hard and sometimes feel a bit lost while she just listens and doesn’t try to move me past what I’m feeling.

Give me all those tiny moments that are making up my actual life.

The night after the eclipse I was out for the last pee of the night with my dog Cara and I looked up and there was the smallest slither of a crescent moon.

I’d never seen the moon like it before.

That slither spoke to me more deeply than any total eclipse ever will.

Because I connect deeply to times when I only feel like there’s a slither of hope.

The slither was also more beautiful than any words I could use to describe it.

It was like the moon was having a little lie down.

It was restful.

At peace.

Thin & bright.

Relaxed.

And I didn’t need to buy and wear silly protective glasses to see it.

Give me the slither of a crescent moon over a total eclipse any day.

As always I’m thankful you’re here.

I hope this speaks gently to you on your way.

Until next time…