Moments

There are moments in life that are significant.

They can be experienced momentarily, instantaneously, immediately, retrospectively… and they are perhaps remembered in the same vein.

I was reading a children’s poetry book in the local library. That thick plastic covering to protect the book from grubby little hands, that ‘old book’ smell permeating the air surrounding it, lingering in the crevices of my nostrils; the pages slightly browned and fraying on the edges and in the atmosphere surrounding my soul an immense hush…still, peaceful and orderly, all so felt under the watchful eye of the librarian.

That poignant moment forever etched in my mind will be remembered because of this poem. It struck a chord within and I find it absolutely beautiful.

Grandmother Moon

Each day is a journey,
a leaving home,
over paths that wind
between rocks and bog.

Behind each rock
is a shadow;
behind each shadow,
a flower,
or a wellspring,
or a trembling rabbit,
or an unfolding fern.

Only if you look
will you find.
Only if you leave
will you arrive.

One step,
then another,
as day unrolls itself
along the road toward night.

And at evening,
look who welcomes us –
Grandmother Moon,
waiting in the doorway,
the stars in her hands –
to leads us safely home.

- Jane Yolen

My blog is meant to be about travel and my experiences doing just that! So I have convinced myself that this poem is about travel… it is about the journey of life :)

In love and light
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