The Moon
A Gift Returned
As a young girl, I remember the moon as being a creature of wonder and magic. She was beautiful and charismatic. She was someone I could talk to, and she would listen gently and whisper back to me her response, in moondust and stars.
My beautiful fantasies and relationship with the moon came to an abrupt end, the day the Apollo Astronauts landed on the moon. The pictures of my lovely friend were ugly and cold. There was no life there. It was a long dead place of complete nothingness and horror to me.
Bereft of her beauty and compassionate care, I left her behind, profoundly missing the magical place I had imagined her to be. It wasn’t until I watched this movie, "Moon Rising" that I realized what I had lost that day, long ago. And, now, I feel as if I truly have her back, my beautiful friend of old.
Thank you Jose, for returning to me the gift I had been robbed of as a little girl. May your path be sprinkled with moondust and stars!
