While on my way to work this morning, I was thinking about Dylan, daycare, how much I've enjoyed seeing her more during my work day and how much I already missed having her in the car with me (she's home sick with a fever and the snuffles. welcome to daycare, eh?). I was thinking about all the women who have been wonderfully supportive of me as I go through the trials and tribulations of being a mother. I was thinking about the emotional roller coaster I've been on lately.

And then I rounded a corner.

I left the house particularly early today (as I traditionally do on thursdays due to work requirements). Regardless, it's always dark when I leave for work and I've grown used to it. I have to remind myself to watch for the "blue" time of day. When I remember to pay attention and actually catch it, the day is often made a little bit better. As I was fairly awake today, I thought I might be able to grab a bit o' wonderment (even though I knew it was probably too dang early).

I didn't see the blue period.

I saw the Face of the Goddess.

When I rounded the corner, the moon was hanging large and close. It was as if I could reach out and touch it. I happened to be listening to a mix-cd chock full of songs that are special to me to begin with. But then I heard the line, "I hear your voice inside me; I see your face everywhere" and my eyes welled up. And I felt that deep ache that I get when confronted with anything beautiful/amazing/spiritual.

It was amazing.

I watched Her the entire way to work. I remembered that I am never actually alone. I am loved and supported. I am intricately connected to to every other woman who came before me and will come after me.

Yes, I realize that the warm fuzzy feeling will probably fade with the first crisis in my day. But being able to feel that comfort; that wellbeing; that knowledge that I am decidedly not alone...

Absolutely priceless.