#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Life stages are approximately 10 days as eggs, 6–7 weeks as larvae, 2-3 weeks as pupae, finishing with one week as winged adults appearing in late May or early June.

~ Wikipedia

Oh, my, a luna moth, first thing this morning, clinging to the screen, as if wanting to come in. A luna moth, a bit ragged, as if near the end of it's so short life. A splendid sight before my walk. Me and Charlie, through the Menemsha Hills. My daughter texted that she and the Special One would not arrive today after all. I am disappointed, and my walk becomes one of moving into acceptance. I stop at the Great Sand Bank overlook and feel immediately the sense of how important, how vital and necessary and meaningful it is to be here now, be here. Now. And no where else in my head. Here. On this narrow sandy, rocky trail down through the hills with the low, thick brush surrounding me under a blue sky. I get an impulse: I call out Suzi’s name three times in the high voice I used that she could sometimes hear through her deafness. She’s with us in spirit. Then, we are on the beach, over the rocks. And I slip on a wet one. I’m down. And up again soon, shaking it off, but I’ve very likely broken my big toe. Ah, more acceptance. I shake it off. I can walk pretty well and I soak my toe in the cold water. We go to Great Rock Bight as planned. There I take my swim and Charlie patiently waits on the shore, watching me. And I see Suzi sitting there next to him, on alert. Charlie wants to play when I come out. He’s chewing on my walking sticks. I find him a better stick and he swims for it happily. The rest of the day with Frank when he’s back from tennis, relaxing and talking and going to the beach. He tapes up my toe. A special, delightful dinner at my brother’s house, with my sister and her husband and my nephews. So sweet a time. A rare opportunity for three of us sibs to be together. I felt some creative energy stirring today and the desire to write. Tomorrow, I will. The luna moth, a visitation.