God is on my side.

I knew it!  

Before I tell you how that transpired, I must pay homage to the Sun, our Surya Devta, and sing praises to the heavens. 

The heavens are so unified in their approach that when the Sun sets in the west, the east reflects its departure and turns a perfectly complementary potent pink. It holds its hue as the Sun is setting, and for moments after sunset as if in obeisance, appreciating the Sun's labor at the end of another day. 

I think God must be watching me closely. I think Bhagwanji approved of my Gratitude blog posts, and not having seen one written yesterday, decided to deliver. 

And boy, oh boy, did He deliver!  

Nothing else can explain the spectacular moonrise I saw today. Perhaps, God thought, oh, dear! Veenu must not have found anything to be grateful for yesterday, so let's give her something that takes her breath away! 

We were driving down a  B country road. Around 4:15 pm, I looked up at the sunset pink and signature blue of the English sky, with a perfectly round silver orb, floating on it effortlessly. As if held aloft by this perfectly blue-hued sea of the finest particles of air, so soft, like gossamer or on a hammock made of a spider's web. So gently did the moon sit, on this gossamer sea, that the slightest blow of even a kiss could cause it to waft away. 

The moon itself appeared to be of a pure silver color, snuggling into the pink brightness of the sky. It seemed to be made up of the finest particles of stardust, twinkling so finely that the overall effect was of a perfectly circular sphere saturated with tiny, finely chiseled diamonds, sparkling with clusters of a thousand diamonds glistening in a perfect symphony. 

And this orb was waiting to surrender, for perfect contrast, its shine and become white- the perfect yin, to the night's Yang. Potent, perpetual, precious, productive, poetic, and praiseworthy. 

It was so breathtakingly beautiful. So thank you, God, and thank you Sky, and thank you to the country B road which had nothing but fields on both sides, as far as the eyes could see. 

The horizon which hosted the sky seemed to have stretched out its limbs upon the earth, so it could grow more expansive and embrace more of the beauty that had drifted down from the heavens and come to rest upon the bosom of the horizon. The sky sat upon this willing host, proudly proclaiming, the Full Moon has risen!

To say that I was grateful for the other things I was, and they were important, would be tarnishing the memory of watching the glorious late afternoon, taking its time to approach the evening.  

So I will leave it here. I have to simply close my eyes and think of the subtly changing complexion of the sky at moonrise, and carried away to bliss. Like a whiff of fragrance, you could breathe only through your skin, and only the pores of your skin knows what it is. 

And then, on this late winter's afternoon,  if you don't open your eyes and keep them closed, holding on to the memory of the moonrise, one could almost feel the promise of summer reaching out to touch you. 

Veenu Banga

18th January 2022.

12:13 am (night of 17th)