The moon is my favorite along with the color blue, the crescent curve and the hue called cobalt.
Crescent moon like a tilted uncertain smile, saying okay hang on, hang on.
And the cobalt like the ink from a broken pen, the thick fluid, jam from a jar.
I love the others, the sky, the teal, the baby; but, the strong cobalt calls me closer.
The half moon or the full in its brilliance are spectacular.
Still, I favor the crescent one.
Today, I watched a toddler persist. The country path that leads to her home had puddles of rain yet to dry up.
We walked towards one, I reminded her of her shoes, not her boots and she approached and then walked on.
One puddle, the largest of all and she paused.
She turned to find a pebble and then “plop” it went in the water and then she found a big brittle oak leaf.
Intent on tossing it into the puddle, she carefully skirted the edge of the muddy water.
But, the wind swept lightly across her little knees and then again and again, the brown leaf was swept up in the wrong direction.
I heard a little sound, like “umph” but, I saw her not frustrated, simply understanding.
Then she came from a new angle and she dropped the brown brittle leaf in the center of the puddle.
Then, we walked on, “ready set go”.
I’m wondering now if there’s a color of water that I love, a thick colored watery taupe.
An oak leaf resting as we walk back by,
The cobalt of the morning sky allowing a strip of coral in.
My day began this way.
I welcomed the beauty, flipped my phone towards the windshield and I sensed the tone for my day.
But, persist calmly. Consider what you value.
What you’ve decided decides your value.
Muddy water mid-morning then a cloudless blue sky against white spindly trees, I am reminded of the value I place on things decided by others.
The things I believe might mean my arrival. I remember now the persistence of a toddler when the wind was against her.
The wind picking up the leaf so lightly and the little hand that decided quietly,
Thoughts of an expression, “lightly child, lightly” reminding me to not try so hard that my trying becomes striving, obnoxious, an idol, not a quiet and important mission.
I am remembering the first time I read this thanks to a blogger friend, David Kanigan.
“It’s dark because you are trying too hard.
Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly.
Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply.
Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.” Aldous Huxley
A collision of faith, nature and wisdom plus the plucky persistence of a toddler.
What are you chasing? What have you not valued that is yours?
The writer of Ecclesiastes sounds much like Huxley to me.
Small matters matter.
More than chasing other, anything other than moon and sun and birds and mud puddles.
“I have seen everything that is done under the sun, and behold, all is vanity and a striving after wind.”
Ecclesiastes 1:14 ESV