Full moon and forgotten words

I left the house this morning to the fullest of moons. I noticed it as I was backing out of the garage. It was beautiful.

I tried to catch every glimpse I could as I drove north along Fairfield Avenue. It was like she was watching me, and stoplights afforded the chance to glance back.

Things changed as I pulled into my assigned parking lot. Normally empty, the space was interrupted by the presence of a city police cruiser. Remember when they used to instill a sense of calm? Nowadays I tend to think the worst when I see a cop. I began to wonder what shenanigans this night-worker might be up to. Were they meeting up with someone; napping; scrolling social media? I did not know.

As I parked and made my two-block trek to work, the mystery continued. There was a car parked along the street - full of people, and running. Down the way, huddled in front of the diner, was a lone soul with his bag of belongings. What are these people doing? Are they together? Is this why the cop is here? Should I be concerned???

Full moons can do funny things to a person's mind. (Nothing ended up happening, by the way.)

I overheard a conversation the other day about 'Love Languages.' My first thought was: 'WORDS.' I am a words person. I need them. I need to hear them. One of the 'five love languages' is 'words of affirmation.'

Certainly we all need affirmation. When I am not included in conversations, or when I am ignored, it tends to make me think the worst. This is my biggest frustration at my job. No one talks to me. Not that I am much of a conversationalist myself, and not that members don't talk to me, but I am not included in any work conversations. No one asks for my input, or involves me in decisions. 

Not being included in discussions can do funny things to a person's mind. For me, it leads to feeling excluded, unimportant, alienated and... alone.

I know it's just how things are. I doubt anyone means any harm.

It's funny how I can be alone with the moon and feel so loved, yet I can often be in the presence of others and feel so ignored and worthless.

 

Ironically, I suppose, I just had a wonderful conversation with someone as I was writing this. He talked about a gathering they had over the holidays. Just a few people around a table, and how they coaxed conversation out of one another. Direct questions involving life and worth and feelings and the seeming never-ending year we're living in. He noted everyone's initial hesitance, but as the words began to flow... a glow began to emerge that wasn't there before.

Funny how things work out sometimes... Words can be so meaningful; as can moons, on a crisp winter morn.

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Proverbs 18:20 

“Words satisfy the soul as food satisfies the stomach; the right words on a person’s lips bring satisfaction.”