One evening my son and I were sitting in our backyard and I looked up to see a half moon. I said, “Look Lucas, the moon.”
Lucas looked up and said, “It’s broken, Mama.”
I think many of us live our lives from this perspective, half full, or as Lucas said, “broken.”
We know our potential for fullness. We often think, “if only I had this or that, or if only this one thing would change…I’d be happy, complete.” And we continue on with our lives, oftentimes from a place of sadness, a place of longing for life to be different. However, we are not acknowledging that from a different point of view we are full, we are complete.
Yet, when we look at the moon, even a half moon, we know that it is still complete, right?We know that at that moment, it’s just how the sun’s light is reflecting upon it, but the other half is still there. We know the moon doesn’t exist in a place that is potentially full. It is full, it is complete…always.
If only we could live our life knowing that this is true for us as well. We are more than potentially full, potentially complete. We are complete…always.
So, what if we changed our perspective to a place where we accept our life and how we express in the world as a cycle, knowing that at different times our light is waxing and waning, sometimes shining a quarter bright, half bright, sometimes full light? From this point of view we would understand that rather than being broken and needing to fix ourself, we are only shining part of our light?
And, if we accept that life is a process, we would know that we are shifting to a place where we can shine our light – or reflect God’s light – more fully, completely.
Hmmm…..
A couple of weeks later I saw the full moon through our living room window, and said, “Look Lucas, the moon.”
And Lucas said, “It’s not broken anymore, Mama.”
I smiled and said, “Yes, it’s not broken.”
Tonight, I gazed up at the full moon through the thin veil of clouds and said to myself, “I’m not broken.”
