It is just a little story actually. The many moons that simply came closer together. Some looking. And the moonflower idea was born. I think moonflowers were just on my mind. I had posted a picture on Facebook a week or so ago. And in the shuffle of this and that, I forgot to post the little story that was emerging here.
I played around a bit, after naming the arrangement for the moonflowers I planted this summer, the ones that got crushed by the tropical rains that battered the garden in the last weeks. So then there was the idea of parts of them. Which was a real nice thought actually.
But really, the story went further than that. The real important part of the story happened after a bit of noticing and waiting. When the moonflower met Nine. Two ideas evolving sympathetically. New form. For me, this is how it happens. This process embodies peace. So, PEACE to you this lovely morning in August.