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“I see the moon, and the moon sees me. The moon sees the one I long to see. God bless the moon, and God bless me, God bless the one I long to see. It seems to me, that God above, created you for us to love. He picked you out of all the rest. Because He knew I would love you the best.”

My mother used to sing this lullaby to my brother and me when we were young as we would “race” the moon home at night in our 1987 red Volvo. I vividly remember finding such unshaken comfort and peace in the words, melody and lips of the singer as I peered out my window mesmerized by my radiant galactic playmate . In starting this blog, I couldn’t think of a more appropriate title to represent the next chapter of my life. I have no lofty ambitions or plans for my new little corner of cyber space. Maybe those will evolve, probably not. I honestly don’t care if anyone ever peruses through its content. I have actually been fairly firm in my opposition to and dislike of blogs until now. Only a handful of times have I seen their purpose. They seem to so easily and quickly become an edited presentation of ones self to the world. They neatly showcase the writer and their abilities, wittiness and experiences to an audience that in all honesty doesn’t really care what they had for breakfast, about the conversation with an old high school friend in the grocery store checkout line or the hideous sweater Aunt Marta knitted for their 24th birthday. I don’t like computers and the idea of adding a past time to my life that requires spending more time on one is a massive turn off. I also usually wonder why so much time and effort would be poured into something so abstract when it could be solid in handwritten archive form. So why do I bother? I began this blog because I am about to make what I believe to be one of the most massive moves of my life to Seattle Washington. If you’re reading this now, for the first time, I’m sorry. I was going to tell you tomorrow. I promise. So why a blog? Why now? In making this move, I am leaving behind the most precious, treasured and impacting individuals in my life. I am leaving behind years of openness, memories, accountability and transparency. Not that those are over, just distant. Its easy to be open and intentional with a cuppa and nice face to face – but how about across the country? I have realized how much I treasure and crave reading the site entries of my loved ones now so beautifully speckling this planet. Maybe I should afford others the same. How else can I realistically make sure you are atleast allowed to be privy to the goings on of my life? In this, I decided to give blogging a shot rather than clogging up your inbox with update emails. Haha, blogging clogging. Sorry . . .

The point: Read if you’d like, don’t if you’d rather – but feel free and legit either way.

I adore writing, I’m an avid journaler and creator in the privacy of my own page and pen. It is an outlet unlike any other. It forces your creativity and imagination to work at their peaks in an attempt at the impossible which is putting whats in your heart and mind into an insufficient language and then hope its portrayed or recorded even half as well as you see it in your own mind’s eye. This outlet, however, is fairly foreign and a bit scary. I suppose Its a challenge. Maybe Ill like it . . .

We’ll see how long it lasts. If it fails tomorrow you can still be sure of one thing. I hum this little melody in the coolness of the nighttime as an offering of thanksgiving to my Lord for His creativity in relationship and His merciful generosity in that area of my life, exemplified in you.

“I see the moon, and the moon sees me. The moon sees the one I long to see. God bless the moon, and God bless me, God bless the one I long to see. It seems to me, that God above, created you for us to love. He picked you out of all the rest. Because He knew I would love you the best.”

Peace of Christ to you,

Natalie

~ by iseethemoon on January 19, 2008.