Yesterday as I was leaving school there was a tiny little girl walking into the building with her mom and her even tinier baby brother. She was saying something to me, but her brother was singing so loudly I couldn't hear her, so I squatted down to the level of her mouth so as to listen.
"What did you say?" I asked.
"The moon is outside in the daytime."
"Is it? Did you just see it in the sky?"
She nodded with authority and then said, "It is half a moon."
"I must go look for it," I said, noting that she was walking backwards at this point, not wanting to break eye contact with me.
I walked outside and spun around looking for the moon because when a child tells you to notice the night making an appearance in the daytime sky, it seems significant.
For at least a full minute I couldn't find it, but I felt so anticipatory, that I kept looking. One thing I have come to pay attention to is when the direction or energy shifts from where it was once heading. I like catching on to the fact that change is in the air. At the time the girl talked to me, I was in my own head with my own thoughts. Her words did not cause a complete change in my day, like a train switching tracks with the pull of a lever, but they did give me a moment of pause, and a splash of wonder. If the night has refused to go away for the day, then this a very rare and special day indeed. One should take note.
The girl spoke with such excitement and importance. Her tone said, "There is something you must know and this will be important."
I was able to meet her excitement and scoop it up inside me and feel it too. "We must be amazed," I felt her saying, "and we must tell everyone."
I did end up finding that moon, it was directly over the school, and it was indeed half sized.
She saw it and she told me. And I saw it and I am telling you. It is my due diligence as an on the ground reporter of the ImagineNation.
What do you suppose it could mean for us?