Maybe it's the full Moon? I went to Jenny O's Full Moon Party at Marlin Monroe's the other night and ... it was beautiful. The big white orb rose from the sea sprinkling illuminated fairy dust upon the water. Mixed with the salt of the Sea, the fairy dust shown upwards and it was as though the moon and the Ocean were making love ... perfectly giving everything to one another and making each other more than they are at the same time.
God reached down from heaven and grabbed my breath when I saw it ... as though She were slapping me on the head to say, "Hey Stupid! I made this for you. Stop and appreciate it!"
So I did.
I stood there with bare feet in cool sand, engulfed in holiness and the wonder of it all.
Behind me, there was laughter as many sat around a fire blazing from a pit. Good live music was playing. Some danced as though they were pagans in the woods. Smiles were the language of the night. Bar-b-Que was the food of choice. Inside was another fire and football game, but who in their right mind would be inside on a night this ... with a Moon like that.
It's funny how things happen. I think in lyrics anyway. I'm not sure why, but I do. Music surrounds me and normally it's an I-Pod or a radio or ... the song just comes.
Blue Moon, you saw me standing alone, without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own ...
The Marcells may have well been standing on the beach beside me.
I swayed and danced a little. I said prayers of Thanksgiving ... for this ... nothing more ... it's all I need. I tapped my heart and threw the love into the sky so that it would reach the one who wasn't with me. I laughed.
Then I returned to my Carnival of Friends though I only remained for a little while. I left them happy as I climbed behind the steering wheel and drove to be with the one who wasn't with me.
That was Sunday. Today is Wednesday.
I sit on the Back Deck listening to the ocean sing with another fire crackling beside me. The one I wasn't with is now with me. The Carnival of Friends gathered last night to celebrate and to plan ... the next adventure. We toasted and laughed. There was a game on but nobody cared. There may have been a fire ... I don't know.
But if everything works out ... we'll all be Sea ... in month's time and the Moon will again be full. Hopefully, we'll all watch it rise from a calm Ocean. We'll laugh as we toast it and then the holiness of it will shut us up. Each of us are rising from the things that used to be ... and we're blessed enough to have each others hands to hold.
Through some unspoken command, we all came together last night to plan Easter.
Not the Church service, but the celebration of our own resurrections ... under a Full Moon Rising.
