"Momma, do you see the moon? Isn't it pretty?"
Ironically that call from my 10-year-old daughter came in as I was driving miles out of my way to try and get a decent picture of tonight's moon.
"Yes baby I see it. It's stunning."
What I didn't tell her was when I first noticed the big full moon hanging so low in the night sky, it brought tears to my eyes.
I've been doing a lot of energy work, emotional muscle testing and chakra balancing lately. It's left me feeling emotionally beaten up, exposed and drained. So honestly it doesn't take much lately to bring me to tears.
Before I got in my car tonight, I had a conversation that included me saying "you know for constantly being surrounded by people I'm very lonely." Powerful words to admit out loud.
I've always been drawn to the moon. It calms me and soothes my soul. Based on Ayurvedic science this makes sense. As a pitta dosha type, the moon cools my fiery personality.
But tonight was different. Tonight when I looked up over the trees lining the highway, what popped in my mind was 'you're not alone.'
As I waited at the rugby field for kid #2's practice to be over, I browsed through Twitter and Facebook. There were numerous tweets and posts from yogi friends all over the country commenting on the moon. The same moon that I was crying over.
It was like an old fashioned Goddess circle of women holding hands and praying under the full moon. Except we were doing it virtually via social media.
But still, it reminded me, I'm not alone. None of us are.