Showing posts with label moon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label moon. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Goodnight Moon



Still on the theme of The Moon, this book was a favourite bedtime story to read to my daughter. A little rabbit says goodnight to every object in his bedroom in an attempt to prepare for , or delay, bedtime. The story quietens to a whisper as the room darkens and there is only the moon left to say 'goodnight' to.



We used to have to say 'goodnight' to everything in her room too. A bit of a pain for me who was champing at the bit to have some adult time but wonderfully calming and reassuring for her. That and a blessing was all it took and we have never had any sleep problems.

Remembering this routine some years later I wrote a 'Go to Sleep Moon' poem for her. The picture is by the wonderful artist Peter Alexander who I discovered on 'The English Muse' blog.












Go To Sleep Moon

New Moon,
Blue Moon,
Out Too Soon Moon.

Fine Moon,
Shine Moon,
Have A Good Time Moon.

Zoom Moon,
Soon Moon,
Wishes Come True Moon.

Gloom Moon,
Croon Moon,
Play Me A Tune Moon.

Glow Moon,
Know Moon,
Show Me Home Moon.

Clean Moon,
Gleam Moon,
Have A Sweet Dream Moon.

Peep Moon,
Deep Moon,
Time For Sleep Moon
.


by Suzi




Friday, June 12, 2009

Almost Moon


I have just finished reading a book called 'the Almost Moon' by Alice Sebold. I struggled to read it and would not reccomend it. However the title of the book intrigued me and a quote contained within.

"So much in life is about almost, not quites." "Like the moon" Helen quipped.

I love gazing at the moon on a cloudless night. I love pictures of the moon and poetry about the moon. Sharing a moonlit view with a loved one has to be one of the most romantic and atmospheric things to do. I even have a moon widget on my blog - I must like it!

The whole moon is always there in front of us, although we cannot always see it in its entirety. Except on those nights when it is full, we can do no more than almost see it.

Life mirrors this. The lives of those around us are always there in front of us, however, we seldom see them in their entirety. We can imagine. We almost see them, but we do never quite have the full picture. Why then do we presume, rush to hasty opinions and judge others? What arrogance makes us believe that we are the only ones who see the moon in it's fullness at all times.

Gaze at the moon, ponder , wonder, imagine, but remember it is often not the whole picture. Life, and lives are a mystery.