At times like this I sometimes feel like my only real connection to the universe is the moon...the dear, dear moon. My relationship with the moon goes way, way back. I feel an affinity and I am in awe of her beauty.
Times are stressful Chez Cusp. The novelty of the building work has waned and the constant enquiries and cheery banter from neighbours and other villagers has become an irritation:
'Isn't it marvellous ?'
'You're SO lucky'
'Isn't it big !'
'It'll all be worth it in the end'
This last comment is supposed to be a salve for the 'trauma' but it's not because I know too that it will be worth it in the end but at this point in time -- probably about half way through the actual construction, --- I am sick of having people constantly around me, noise, dust, a kitchen window bricked up so no light penetrates the room, the temporary loss of two other rooms and a lavatory so that everything is squashed into the remaining space, the constant serach for things mislaid, the moving of cars in and out of the drive whilst still in my dressing gown for yet another delivery of bricks, blocks, wood, and above all the sense that my time and space are not my own but shackled to someone, some thing else's agenda. I already live with a parasitic agenda keeper. I don't need another to piggy back the original parasite.
And all the time the world spins and the moon looks on...her beautiful, pale golden cream smile glowing down at me, reminding me that all will be well, that this is just a phase, a passing phase and she, and I, has endured and survived much, much worse.
Dear, dear moon. You make me cry with your compassion and grace
Times are stressful Chez Cusp. The novelty of the building work has waned and the constant enquiries and cheery banter from neighbours and other villagers has become an irritation:
'Isn't it marvellous ?'
'You're SO lucky'
'Isn't it big !'
'It'll all be worth it in the end'
This last comment is supposed to be a salve for the 'trauma' but it's not because I know too that it will be worth it in the end but at this point in time -- probably about half way through the actual construction, --- I am sick of having people constantly around me, noise, dust, a kitchen window bricked up so no light penetrates the room, the temporary loss of two other rooms and a lavatory so that everything is squashed into the remaining space, the constant serach for things mislaid, the moving of cars in and out of the drive whilst still in my dressing gown for yet another delivery of bricks, blocks, wood, and above all the sense that my time and space are not my own but shackled to someone, some thing else's agenda. I already live with a parasitic agenda keeper. I don't need another to piggy back the original parasite.
And all the time the world spins and the moon looks on...her beautiful, pale golden cream smile glowing down at me, reminding me that all will be well, that this is just a phase, a passing phase and she, and I, has endured and survived much, much worse.
Dear, dear moon. You make me cry with your compassion and grace
9 comments:
Thanks for the reminder about the oft-forgotten moon, our mother. Looking forward to hearing "thank heavens, the construction is all over"
Yes, it often seems that the moon takes everything we throw at her and gives back her radiance.
Oh and ach - building work, I know! (But I at least didn't have to live on site this time round).
She was beautiful the other night, almost full and surrounded by clouds... bet you wish to fly up and rest there while the work is finished - sounds like a total nightmare.
What a beautiful way to acknowledge the peacefulness and serenity of the moon.
I honestly don't know how you are handling all of this construction - I can't imagine the dust issues, the constant in your space issues and the lack of privacy. It all "may" be worth it in the end (and I'm sure you will enjoy it greatly) - but I give you my total sympathy for our much you are going through to get there.
Oh dear... battling through renovations is awful, all of that dust and the constant banging have a tendency to put you on edge.
Wouldn't it be marvelous if you could just shut the door on it all and head off to the ocean for a bit of R&R.
Yep, times is stressful but here we are with a Bank Holiday weekend so at least they won't return until Tuesday and I have to count my blessings -- all the builders are incredibly nice and considerate, they are working hard, fast and conscientiously and the building is going up swiftly. They did the roof trusses on Thursday...and we're lucky to be able to have this work done. Que sera........and still the dear old moon looks down on me ;O)
Hello. Funny, I rarely think about the moon, either. Except the other night, I shut off the lights in our bedroom and went out to go to the bathroom and when I came back it was oddly lit and I thought, What light is on? Only, silly me, it was the moon. A big, glorious full moon.
Thank you for this evocative reminder, and for the kind words you left on my blog.
It's good you have mama moon to comfort you. I've been thinking about the ways Nature balances out chaos humans construct.
What a contrast of the beautiful moon and the peace she gives you that helps you through the chaotic sounds of building.
May the moon's peace be greater than the chaos Cusp.
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