A teacher friend was commenting that she could tell it was a full moon, given the behaviour of her children; compounded of course by the anticipation of Hanukah and Christmas! I'd been watching the moon for several nights, thinking it's almost full, anticipating it myself, as I love the sense of cosmic completeness I feel when I meditate on a full moon. She pointed out I'd actually missed the full moon four nights ago, and it was now waning.
How much else do I miss, even when I THINK I'm paying attention? How easily does a special moment slip by when I'm looking at the details and not the whole thing? Do I miss God's advent this way? Sometimes I think "Did I just miss something important?" because it was almost indistinquishable from what was around it?
Maybe it's the process of waxing and waning that's as important as the climax itself....
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