For the past two nights the moon has been spectacular. Well, truth be told, I always think the moon is spectacular, and most of my regular readers probably know that. Three different friends told me they saw the moon and thought of me last night. Music to my ears. I love that my friends think of me when they see a big fat moon hanging in the sky.
The first moon shot over there on the left was taken as I was leaving a speaking event for the Wilmington, Delaware, chapter of Legatus. It was hanging over the country club as I headed back to the hotel. Great evening with the Legatus folks — Rosary, Mass, great dinner. My topic was “Broken, Beautiful, and Beloved: Learning to See Ourselves Through God’s Eyes,” one of my favorite speaking topics.
Last night, the moon pictured below jumped out at me as Dennis and I were driving home from a date night at The Merry Monk pub in Albany. Two-for-one mussels night at the Monk, so it was hard to pass up for Dennis. As we rounded the bend on the highway, I gasped at the giant moon peaking out between the flyovers. Dennis pulled the car into the parking lot of the Solid Rock Church, just about a half-mile from our house, so I could get a better view of my beloved moon. And this was the shot. I love the cross glowing alongside the moon. You can click on the photo to see it slightly larger.
As St. Francis would say: “Be praised, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars; in the heavens You have made them bright, precious and beautiful…”
