I see the moon, the moon sees mom
My mom used to tell us this rhyme when we were kids – “I see the moon, the moon sees me, god bless the moon and god bless me.” I was playing a list of nursery rhymes that a friend gave Tatjana for Tin and heard, “I see the moon, the moon sees me. The moon sees the person I hope to be. God bless the moon and god bless me, and god bless the person I hope to be.” It was an a ha moment – that is where that comes from. I always thought my mother made it up!
Today in yoga, laying back for shavasana, I thought of that rhyme, my mom, and my early memories of her singing lullabies to me as a child and missed her with an ache in my heart.