“God bless the inventor of sleep, the cloak that covers all men’s thoughts, the food that cures all hunger . . . the balancing weight that levels the shepherd with the king and the simple with the wise”.
– MIGUEL DE CERVANTES SAAVEDRA
I have always been drawn to the moon Living on the water I am fascinated by the light and darkness of the lunar cycles, and mesmerized by the sound of the waves, as they lull me into deep retrospective speculations under a starry, cloudy. or empty night sky. The glow of the moon is both ethereal and enigmatic; the surface often casting random shadows upon itself leaving us haunted by the appearance of an unknown face; one which I believe to be the angel inside the moon… for she lights up the world whether she feels full or half empty, or even if she’s barely a sliver of herself What incredible selflessness to give of your light, no matter how scarce the supply – and even in the blackest darkness, the moon angel does not despair; she remains calm and serene and embraces the darkness until her light is full again. She understands the need for all living things to pause, to rest, to restore their power. Don’t wake me – because I’m dreaming that I am the Angel on the moon…