September 3, 2015 by katmcdaniel
What would the moon mean to you if you weren’t allowed to see it? Continuing with our moon theme, please enjoy this heartfelt and beautiful post from Rarasaur, a delightful blogger who struggled and yet kept her dignity and joy through a tempestuous time. She was released from prison this past July and continues to share thoughts from her time away from the moon and everyday life. Maybe you don’t know her blog, but you would be blessed to read her thoughts. Welcome back, Rara!!
Originally written 08/05/14, from Orange County Jail
On days like this, I miss the moon. She’s been my personal guide for as long as I can remember.
In my youth, my small hands would pretend to hold her. I’d sit by the windows— palms bowled together— and whisper my secrets into her glow. As a teenager, I’d hunch in the backseat of cars, silently sharing all my thoughts with the bright orb as she followed me down long highways and gravel roads. She has always had a way of magnifying my gratitudes and shining perspective on my strife. “It is what it is,” she would smile to me, until her light became mine, and my fears became triumphs.
They took away my moon and today I miss her more than ever.
I am disappointed because change didn’t come when I called for it. I planned, and waited, but change didn’t…
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