Last October, unaware the moon, I came awake about 2am. A rumble was coming toward me from the north east. Had been awaiting it, didn't want it, yet knew this rumble solely mine to partake. With Beloved sound asleep beside me I had to get out of bed, and house, before that rumble arrived in fullness, in me. Something to be gotten thru, alone. . Barely, I made it out of the house. No shoes, no robe, merely a well worn white cotton Eileen West gown. Summer had stretched into October. . Out the back door, and purely it came, wailing, from the ages, this is no theatrical or piece of literature. . Thru our century old pecan trees, a harvest moon. Coating all, including me. . What's the big deal? . Pic, above, here. . Mom was ill in Texas, many weeks spent caretaking her. Home late September, Beloved went into hospital for 2 weeks. Unknown causes, great pain, I was his sole advocate traipsing the medical maze, many nites sleeping at the hospital, getting home for clothes, mail, a bit of office, heading back to Beloved. . Mom still upon her trajectory. Toward what? Dying, living another month, year? Airline tickets already purchased, again, back to Texas. . Beloved finally diagnosed, his last day in hospital. Liver cancer, needs transplant. . Pic, above, here. . Days after Beloved's diagnosis I had not yet cried. Too much to do for mom, too much to discover/arrange for Beloved. . Pic, above, here. . Finally, that rumble. Amazing drama, receiving notice from the northeast, "Your tears are arriving." Who knew by the light of the low hanging October moon, rescue & love, Providence, awaited in the garden? More than the light of gloaming or chiaroscuro, both favorites, pure Mercury light fell onto meadow, house, trees, gravel, skin, gown. The air was super charged with Mercury light. Mercury light on tears that I had wiped away from my cheeks onto the backs of my hands. Pic, above, here. . Mercury light, aside from beautiful, having a weight with all it touched, and the weight measured in joy, peace, Providence present. Pic, above, here. . Mom & Beloved beyond my control to cure, make whole, healthy. Be present to what is given, take joy though I don't understand. Trust God. Pic, above, here. . Our days are good, and with joy. We pray, we love each other, we know life is real, good & bad. Beloved's choice daily is life. Awesome to watch, and partake with him. Oddly, his health is good, and he's working. The system for liver transplant is a template, he follows their orders. It may be a year until transplant. Until then, we live. With joy, and thanks to Providence. . Don't understand hearing a rumble from the northeast, nor the necessity to run outside to wail, but I do know, it was written before I was born. . Garden & Be Well, XO T . Many years ago at my friend Ruth's funeral service the preacher mentioned, "Ruth's body was a tabernacle....." Interesting. Didn't quite know what he meant. Yet, after running to set my wailing free, to the Hunter's moon, I realized Mercury light of any full moon is a tabernacle.