Our relationship waxed and waned, like the moon, and like the moon, has remained constant in its phases. Sometimes full, flooding us with its incandescent light, controlling the tides of emotion that wash over us; sometimes not visible at all, but still out there in the universe; sometimes obscured by clouds, by thunderstorms, but still there. While suns in other galaxies flare, then burn away, the moon is still there in the shadows.
I found this while cleaning out a drawer written on a little piece of note paper. It's funny - I don't even remember who I wrote it to. It could've been anybody - from years ago, from yesterday. That in itself is interesting and a good reminder. We too often get so caught up in our passions - anger, grief, ecstasy, elation, disappointment - some of us live in our passions and emotions, some of us only 'succumb' to them upon occasion, depending on where each of us is on our path toward even mindedness. My own reminder during challenging times - "I'll still be alive tomorrow" no matter how hard it is today. I haven't had to resort to that reminder in a long time. That's a good thing. But if we could just remind ourselves when faced with our emotions, that one day we won't even remember what it was about.
