To the Moon

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

Oh. My. God.
No way.
Whaaat?
I’ve never seen this before.
(gasp)

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:

    Isabel
    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…
    Tom

    • 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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