I used to ride with the wonderment of the full moon. I used to look at it for minutes just staring in awe, admiring His creation. I used to, and still do trace and identify star formations; big dipper, small dipper, Orion’s belt, etc. I used to be linguistically productive during full moon. I had observed that I could write poems and prose during and nearing the full moon. I missed that though. I had been out of touch with that part when I got busy with career and started building walls around me. I reverie in the beauty of it, until now. I was reminded that being that way is not at all bad, or weird in any way. Forgot that the full moon encourages me to look inside and get in touch with myself. The part that I distance myself from when work and other emotional baggage started to cloud in.
Blogger’s block.
My laptop is back. Beloved bro asked to bring it with him to Cebu for some very, very important repairs.
Need to get back to work, finish these test papers and submit it tonight.