Summer Full Grandchildren Moon
The full moon has risen over the seven oaks outside my study window. It stands high, calling to mind the grandchildren of the world, how they come into our lives as gifts and remain as loved ones. Ruth and Gabe, my grandkids, are in my life only because Jon and Jen found each other and felt enough love for each other and the future to give kids a chance. Too often couples worry about the stability of their relationship (I know I did when I was married to Raeone.) or find the future too scary. I didn’t. I trust the future. Even with all the gloom in the world, I believe there is something inherently hopeful and positive about humanity and about our often fractious, conflict laden existence, a richness and a starry-eyed vision, a many armed, many legged super-organism part of our nature that works through us for good.
A beautiful 70 degree clear night, moon-lit and calm, a time to play a bit of jazz piano, hear the tinkle of wine glasses and head up to the dance floor for once last fling before going home.
