To the Moon

They all say the same thing, each in their own words.

Oh. My. God.
No way.
I’ve never seen this before.

And then everyone — little kids, cool dudes and dudettes, middle-aged folks, old people — everyone smiles in delight.

See for yourself.

I don’t own a telescope, although this video is making me reconsider that choice. More to the point, it’s also making me consider what I have — what each of us have — that could be shared to such good effect.

Something that would elicit the equivalent of this:

I’m looking at the moon.
Hold on, I’ll call you back.


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6 Responses to To the Moon

  1. Tom Watson says:

    I have no idea why my mind took a left turn at Albuquerque, but the word “moon” made me think of Ralph Cramden…”One of these days, Alice, you’re going to the moon!”
    Don’t remember her ever going, but still…

    • Isabel Gibson says:

      Tom – We may have done a Vulcan mind meld. “Alice” was exactly the word I omitted from the title, hoping to evoke both it and this newer, happier take on it.

  2. After these many years, I still smile when I see the moon from my kitchen window. Glad to acknowledge the universe in this small way.

    • Isabel Gibson says:

      Judith – 🙂 I think we lost something when we moved into covered and enclosed accommodations. We also gained many things, of course, but it’s much harder to maintain a connection with the natural world.

  3. barbara carlson says:

    I’ll be looking at the moon, but I’ll be seeing you! (old songs have said it all, in a silly way, but let’s not quibble).

    • Isabel Gibson says:

      Barbara – Yes, one generation’s heartfelt sentiment becomes the next’s sentimentality and the next’s silliness, but sometimes we can see past/through the form to the essence.

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