I'm on the other side of our beautiful earth from my home, in the southern hemisphere. Yet when I looked up at the early morning sky today, I saw that the moon - still high overhead - was the very image of "home." The convex edge looked a bit brighter, almost tinged with liquid gold; but this was as much a happy traveler's imaginal reverie as a discernible, measurable difference from my view of the moon at home. I am comforted that no matter where I go on this planet, I am guided by the night's and daytime's heavenly orbs. While I left wintertime to enter summer just a few days ago; roaming a city that is new and unfamiliar; with English speakers whose words I sometimes cannot understand; for a business trip that is also pure pleasure, I know that I am still "at home" within myself, and with a whole earth that is watched over by the moon and sun. I know that the constancy of presence is both within and outside of me: this is joy.
All blog photographs taken by Jennifer J. Wilhoit unless otherwise noted.
