The Serendipity And Grace Of A Full Moon

I feel blessed to say that I haven't been a stranger to serendipity. Often and unexpectedly, I have been gifted moments of wonder and awe that make me believe in a Higher Power. 

Take for instance the picture I have used for this blog. This was taken tonight when I was strolling outside my home after dinner.

Actually it all began yesterday. It was the full-moon day and for some reason, I could not go out of the house at all. I lamented late evening that I had missed seeing the pink moon rise immediately after sunset. After dinner, I was strolling as usual on the floor outside my home when I looked up and saw the moon which was pink! The most amazing part is that I never get to see the moon from that end of my home usually. I have to step out of the lane where my building is located to have a view of the moon on most days. That I could see it on a full-moon day especially when I had given up all hopes of seeing it, made the experience much more blissful.

Tonight too, I had been strolling out of my home for a good fifteen minutes when I happened to look at the sky. I could see a bright glow behind a building. I took a few steps back to get a better look at the glow, already knowing in giddy excitement what it would be, and what did I find - this beautiful pink full-moon shining in all its splendor and glory. 

That I got to see the pink moon not once, but two nights consecutively is nothing short of serendipity for me.

I live for moments like this. I share moments like this. We all need moments of serendipity, of grace and beauty, and of hope and the promise that a kind Universe is looking after us. Most of our days pass by in mundane routine but every once in a while, something serendipitous happens that makes us believe in magic and surrealism.

This blog is not only a means for me to share some positivity with others, but also a way of paying a tribute to the moon and thanking it for listening to my lament and gracing me with its presence and sight. Only the prospect of writing this blog could bring me inside the house, otherwise I stood outside for a long time, staring at the moon in silent wonder and gratitude.

May be the morrow won’t bring any magic. May be the rest of the week will be dull and unremarkable. But the memory of two nights of sheer magic is enough for me to get by and to hope that there will be more moments of awe and wonder. And isn’t that what life is all about – living with the hope that the next moment will be better, beautiful and magical!?