Yesterday morning, in the early hours, I made myself go out to take a look at the lunar eclipse. I couldn’t see it from any of the windows in my house so I bundled up and stepped outside to my front yard for a good view. The air was still and the stars were made more brilliant by the darkened moon. It was only a few minutes before I wanted to be back under my down comforter, but I’m glad I went through the trouble to go out there. In that moment I felt a hundred different ways, but mostly I was in awe of how it’s possible to feel so close to something so far away. Maybe the moon feels close because there is nothing impeding my view of it, not the curve of the earth or a mountain range. Visually it’s just a straight shot from my front yard, which makes the moon seem closer sometimes than the grocery store in town or my hometown in Colorado where most of my family resides.
Two days ago I drove back home from Anchorage after taking my mom and sisters to the airport. They were here for a week and they got to see Adella perform in the Nutcracker. This was her tenth year dancing in the production. The roads were not in great shape with all of the freezing and thawing that’s been going on, so I took my time. I drove slowly and stopped often. All along the way I listened to The Elegance of the Hedgehog by the French author Muriel Barbery. I was so enthralled with the book that when I got home after the five-hour drive I didn’t want to stop. When I reached the turnoff to my road I opted to keep going for just a while longer. I finally stopped with only a few chapters to go.
Yesterday morning after dropping Adella off at the high school for the Nutcracker and before it was my turn to take a volunteer shift in the greenroom, I parked at the beach and resumed listening to the final chapters of the book. As I watched the sea birds floating on the water I listened to one of the most beautiful and touching pieces of writing I’ve come across in a long time.
So yesterday my day started with a lunar eclipse and it ended with a windstorm. In the middle of it all I helped out with the last Nutcracker performance of the season. But because of the prose I’d listened to earlier in the day I experienced it all differently. While I stitched torn costumes, fluffed tulle and pinned hairpieces into place I was thinking of the closeness of the moon, about the small moments of beauty and friendship in an ordinary life. And today the wind is still raging. If any of the big beetle-killed trees on our property were still standing, this is the kind of storm that could blow them over. If our greenhouse were still intact, this is the kind of storm that would send the fiberglass panels flying across our five acres. And it occurs to me that art has that kind of power. It can rearrange the landscape of our perceptions. It can change an ordinary day into something entirely meaningful. If we let it, it can break down barriers and send the unsecured debris sailing. It can take us to the places we didn’t know we had a right to visit.
6 thoughts on “The Closeness of the Moon”
Beautiful. The wind is certainly making a ruckus out my end of town, blowing rain against the window and tossing branches about. I’ll try to let it blow me someplace new. Thanks for helping me see things with new eyes. (And yes, your daughter was quite lovely in The Nutcracker).
Thanks Erin! I think the wind is dying down now and I’m going to appreciate the stillness. I always look forward to reading your blog and seeing where you’re led to go.
Thanks, Teresa–you express it so beautifully. I’ve had “Elegance of the Hedgehog” recommended to me a few times, but this is the most striking yet. I wasn’t even aware of the eclipse but I share the feeling of the moon’s proximity, and love where you go with it.
That must have been such special service, behind the scenes at the Nutcracker. Behind the scenes is often the most interesting place to be at events like that.
Ela, I actually thought of you when I read this book. The language is sophisticated in a way that reminded me of you! I highly recommend the audio version of this book. The story is written in two different voices and the audio version has brilliant readers for each voice. Being behind the scenes at the Nutcracker certainly challenges me to get outside of my comfort zone. It is fun to be a part of it all though.
Your last 5 sentences in this piece are mind blowing awareness on art. Well done!
Thanks, T. The longer I’m here the more I believe in the power of art.