Life Lessons, Night Sky, Nostalgia




Did you see that full moon this week?

I was mesmerized by it as we drove home Wednesday evening. It wasn’t its size, nor was it the color that caught my fancy.

I loved the way the clouds glided across its face, casting it in shadows.


Something about this moon stirred memories.

In truth, I don’t really remember when I first became aware of that beautiful orb and the face that seemed to be etched on its surface.

But I was young.

Years later, as I watched a toddler grandson rattle his baby bed and point as he babbled over and over, “There’s the moon!” I sensed a shared experience–perhaps a universal wonder.

Who doesn’t remember reciting I see the moon and the moon sees me, God bless the moon and God bless me.

Hey Diddle Diddle, the cat and the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon.  The little dog laughed to see such a sport and the dish ran away with the spoon.

When we got home, I went outside and watched the changes in the sky.


I found myself singing.

Songs my parents taught me: Shine on, shine on harvest moon up in the sky    

By the Light of the Silvery Moon  (Surely I heard that one on Hit Parade.)

Blue Moon, I saw you standing alone

Did you know Elvis sang Blue Moon in 1954? So did Frank Sinatra, and later Rod Stewart recorded it.

Echoes of It must have been moon glow way up in the blue transported me back to a drill routine on the Searcy High School football field. (I wish you could have seen us. Or you may have been there with me.) You can hear it  here.

Then there was Moon River from the movie, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, way back when Audrey Hepburn and George Peppard were in their prime. If you haven’t seen it, check Netflix.

Fly Me to the Moon, Dancing in the Moonlight, and Moonshadow came hard on its heels.


Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater Revival takes me back to a time when I was trying to figure out who I was–who I would become. (Thomas, the main character in my novel, likes that song.)

It’s Only a Paper Moon from the movie Paper Moon with Ryan O’Neal and his daughter, Tatum, reminded me of our preteen Maria.

I could go on and on. Google songs about the moon and you’ll come up with at least 40.

But back to my point.

The moon is ever with us, yet ever changing.


Isn’t that how it is with many things we experience?

Fleeting, ethereal moments slip through our fingers. There’s no way to grasp them, but if we savor each one, we will remember.

I hope you saw the clouds sliding across the moon Wednesday night.

It was a bit magical.

What about you?

Do you have a favorite song about the moon or special memories of it?

When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them? Psalm 8:3-4 NIV


Gardenias, Memories of Home, Nostalgia

Gardenia Breezes

The fragrance of gardenias greets me as I walk through the den. I know it’s from the bouquet a friend gave me yesterday. Yet for a moment, I’m transported back to the living room of a little white house on Pear Street in the day of open windows and the enormous gardenia bush planted beneath them.

Home Sweet Home
610 North Pear Street
Mother & Lily Fay Fuller
Their friendship dated back to school days

Is that the murmur of voices and tinkle of laughter? Of Mother and Daddy visiting with family and friends—maybe even you—as its heady scent drifts in
on the evening breeze? Once again, I’m that little pitcher with big ears, taking in tidbits of gossip and family history.

If only I’d kept a journal. Then again, perhaps I did.

Like childish scribbles, precious memories are inscribed upon my heart.

What takes you back in time?

5 I have thought about the days of old, the years of long ago.

6 I remember my song in the night. I think with my heart…

Ps. 77:5-6