Wax and Wane

The desert has its own version of fall

 


Ebb and flow. Wax and Wane. Whatever you want to call it, there are these cycles. Maddening for our culture of constant motion, I think. Our lives have become contests of bus"y"ness. "Sorry I haven't written or called, I've been so busy!" "Sorry, I can't make it tonight, I'm just too busy!" Somehow, we have convinced ourselves that we are not subject to the laws of nature. We are above it all. We are the mighty humans, after all. Oh yes. We can drink coffee, or exercise, or take B vitamins and never, ever get tired.

Yeah. Well, not me. I have been waning. Ebbing. Barely moving. My daily routine has become one of minimalism. And you know what? I'm okay with that.

Have you been able to see the moon these past few nights? It is the barest sliver of a thing.