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Full moon by Lili Nealon
 

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  • My thoughts on participating on a virtual meditation on the full moon, with women from Argentina

    I went down to the beach. It was already dark, 9PM in New York. Despite the clouds, the moon reflected its light on the water. All was peace. Lili, the beach, the moon, the softness of the sand caressing my feet. The tiny waves broke against the shore, singing the familiar lullaby of mother earth, pachamama.

    I carried my camera, as usual.

    I sat on the wooden steps, beaten by the waves in stormy weather, but not in this miraculous night.

    I looked at the sky and wondered why I would have anything to ask of the universe, when I had it all. My fondest wish had just been granted, minutes before.

    I looked up at the sky, I thanked the universe, I smiled.

    I took my camera and decided to ask the moon to come out and play, to say hello, to validate my joy. Looking through the lens, the moon appeared to travel along (knowing intellectually that it was the clouds, and not the moon, that were moving). The moon ran, ran, trying to beat the clouds, to get out of the darkness and say hello to lili, and to all the women waiting for a wink of its eye. The moon, playing hide and seek with the clouds.

    And so it was. I spent fifteen minutes watching the moon and the clouds have fun, the playful moon and the clouds chasing after it.

    Thanking the universe one more time, I continued to shoot.

    I walked to the shore, soaking my feet in the warm waters of the Peconic Bay. I thought about all the women meditating right now, in Argentina and in other places. I felt them holding my hand, hugging me, surrounding me, loving me.

    I smiled.

    I went back up the stairs, my back to the moon. Arriving at the house, I turned and took one last look. The show was over.

    Good night, the moon said, sleep tight.

    Mis pensamientos sobre una meditación virtual, donde participaron muchas mujeres en Argentina

    Bajé a la playa, ya era de noche, las 21 hs. de NY. A pesar de las nubes, el brillo de la luna reflejaba sobre el agua. Todo era paz. Yo, la playa, la luna, la suave arena acariciando mis pies. Las olitas rompían sobre la orilla, meciéndome con su música tan familiar, el arroró de la pachamama.

    Tenía mi máquina de fotos, como siempre.

    Me senté sobre los escalones de madera, golpeados por tantos años por las olas, cuando el tiempo se pone bravo, pero no esta noche de milagros.

    Mirando al cielo, me pregunté el por qué de pedirle algo al universo cuando yo la lo tenía todo. Mi único deseo, lo que faltaba en mi vida, se acababa de cumplir unas horas antes!

    Mis ojos hacia el cielo, le sonreí al universo.

    Agarré mi cámera y decidí pedirle a la luna que saliera de las nubes, que me saludara, que validara mi felicidad completa. Mirando por el objetivo, la luna parecía viajar (sabiendo intelectualmente que eran las nubes, no la luna, que se movían).

    Corre, corre la luna para ganarle a las nubes, corre, corre para salir de la oscuridad y saludarla a lili y a todas las otras mujeres que esperaban su guiñado. La luna, jugando a las escondidas con las nubes.

    Y así fué. Pasé unos quince minutos siguiendo el viaje de la luna juguetona, y de las nubes que la perseguían.

    Agradeciendo de nuevo al universo, saqué foto tras foto.

    Me acerqué a la orilla, pensando en todas ustedes allá en Argentina, y por todos lados. Las sentí que me rodeaban, que me daban la mano, que me amaban.

    Sonreí, de nuevo.

    Subí las escaleras dándole mis espaldas a la luna, que ya se había escondido de nuevo. El show había terminado.

    A la altura de la casa, me dí vuelta para recibir el último saludo de la bella luna.

    Good night, me dijo, que descanses.
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