full moon

Last night I went for a walk in my ship channel neighborhood.. for the first time in months. It’s what I used to do when I needed to reconnect with the outside world and remind myself of what everything looks like. To recalibrate in those moments when my heart and brain are all out of whack.

The sun had dipped behind a cloud, lighting up its edges with a fiery halo, the sting of its heat now softened in the hazy dusk. I wandered around amongst the chemical storage tanks, watching out for guys in white pickups with angry eyes and gun racks in their cabs. Though I was just walking around, it’s always necessary around here to have your story straight.

I found a big empty clearing amongst the railroad tracks down one of the lonelier roads. Something compelled me to plant my ass in the middle of it. I sat there for a few minutes with my legs crossed, my tailbone grinding into the big, rough cut rocks. The pain felt good, as though the rocks were saying, “hey, remember us? We’re still here.. the world has not abandoned you.”

Only in that moment did I look up and realize there was a full moon. Thank you, universe.