15.

We’re always thinking that nothing is consistent over the course of out lives, that nothing stays the same for too long.

But we’re wrong. There is one that is consistent and always watching throughout all our lives.

We share a silent observer that is always there to keep us company.

The moon watched over me as I was born.

She watched over as generation upon generation of my ancestors were born.

I wonder if she notices how similar or different I am to those that came before me.

She was watching as I slept so peacefully after my first day of school.

She oversaw my first heartbreak and offered the comfort of her beauty to show me that there is still good in this world.

The first time I got drunk she laughed with compassion as I discovered the effects of alcohol & she held my hand as I passed into the dreamscape.

So proudly she stood against the blanket of stars on all the nights I sat and observed her quietly when she was at her fullest.

When I was learning how the ebbs and flows of sadness could effect my mental health, she would silently watch me from her throne above to make sure I stayed on this plane for the full amount of my allotted time.

It has been the same moon all this time. The same moon watching me grow, struggle, love, thrive, laugh, and cry.

And it has taken me 23 years to realise it.

When I have been languishing & hollow, complaining and shouting to the world that I am lonely, I have been unknowingly insulting my caretaker.

I have been laid bare before her my whole life, and I will continue to be for the rest of my days.

She does this for all of us, all the miserable souls on this planet that are unaware of what she does for us.

We are not worthy of her love, we haven’t been for hundreds of years.

Her shining brilliance guiding us in the night through winding country lanes and city streets.

Guiding our ancestors through forests and fields as they hunted to put food on the family table.

Those of us who knew who our guardian was, offering up thanks and love to her once a month when she was shining at her brightest. They knew exactly what to do.

When did we lose this art of worship?

When did we collectively ad subconsciously decide that we no longer were humble enough to thank the one who looks after us?

When did we decide that we were too good for her?

I was the moon to know that she is ever so loved by so many on this planet.

I want her to know that there are still some in this universe that wish to find the lost knowledge needed to be able to thank her properly.

I want & need the moon to know that she is so so beautiful and provides so much joy and reason to live for so many.

She will stay watching over the earth for millennia to come, and I can only hope that our future selves can once again learn to appreciate and love the moon like I do.