The other night my husband and I were sitting outside looking at the full moon, and I realized that it was one month since I'd been in Texas. How far I am from where I was, but here I am, looking at the same full moon.
One early morning in Texas, a friend was up and watching the sunrise while the moon set in the east, and he told me that he had the sudden, staggering understanding of the earth's place in space, and of us just standing on the side of this immense ball (I'm paraphrasing here). When he told me the story, I felt unsteady on my feet; just hearing about his experience connected me to it in a way that I experienced physically.
I'll try to stay connected to those feelings as I go forward.