Talking to the Moon

Photography by Madelaine Bustamante

Photography by Madelaine Bustamante

[Photography taken on Tuesday, April 7th 2020, 11:06PM]

I will tell you all something, whether you believe me or not, and whether I believe it myself… or not.

I met with the moon two weeks ago and we had a talk, do you understand? A talk, one to one, she and I. And I’d lie if I say it was our first talk, but it was the first time we got so close. She has been patient and kind to me, despite of all my hindrances and blockage, those of you who know me would remind and give faith of how slow I am in everything I do, and how fearful I am at all times; this weak nerves of mine, always playing tricks on me.

She embraced me, listened to me calmly and I would even dare to say that she was happy, happy to meet with me. And she gave me light signals, smoke signals, heart signals, she told me clearly and loudly that she was listening and I told her quietly and flickering that I didn’t know very well what I was doing and I told her over and over again that I couldn’t understand what she was saying, but then again… I was able to say that just because I could see she was answering.

Still there I was, shivering and terrified in my long pink dress at night, talking to the moon and begging her for some light, looking at her and thanking her for showering me with her beauty. There, with my pink note and my white flare, and there she was… with her immensity receiving me with open arms.

It is a long path, I will stumble so many times, even if I thought I had fallen way too many by now.

Thank you, Luna. Thanks for grabbing my timid hand with such delicacy and for looking at me with such tenderness, allowing to take my time before my next step forward.

And you all, did you talk to the moon tonight? Or were the flowers and the birds more appealing than the moonlight?