Sometimes I find myself like a butterfly folding its wings. Like any other state, it is impermanent.
My endearment–goddess Uma incarnated as feline–always carried within it the notion that an incarnation of a goddess is a temporary form. Still, I am grieving.
I had forgotten completely about this full moon holiday named “guru purnima.” But last night when I was getting off the bus after evening Spanish class, i was greeted by the brightness of the moon and I stopped and bathed in it. It was a few minutes before I took the picture. I love it when the camera adds something not visible to the naked eye.
Best to make an effort than to hope or expect someone else to save us. The hero you never saw coming might not come, or not come soon enough, or be a false hero.
Another day without rain. Please water your trees.