full (egg) moon

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i began my day with my usual, eggs. 
filling up with protein, beginning with the beginning of life. 


eggs: the balance. 
          a hard shell, so easily broken... 
          appearing clear, until cooked...
          the symbol of spring. 


what came first, the chicken or the egg? 

margaret macdonald

there's a centering when eating eggs. an awareness of taking in the possibility of birth... birth that feeds your morning, that breaks your fast. 

i crack the eggs. 

the children come running:

 "what are you doing?" "what are you making?"  

breakfast, of course. 

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i finished my day with another orb, brilliant and balanced. full and rising. tangled in trees, swirled with clouds... the sky stained with just enough color to indicate days getting longer, sap stirring. 

a moon that waxes and wanes~ that remembers cycles, that renews itself each mo(o)nth, that pulls at the ocean, that creates tides. a moon that never rushes. a moon that sees us through our most romantic evenings and through our darkest nights. 

this moon stains the snow with shadows, and lights the sea with direction and hope.  

this full moon finds me on a balancing point. full of light. full of love.

full of eggs and the moon.