Eureka!

So I told you I couldn't find the moon. And I still can't.
BUT.
I have figured out why.
See, I can't see the whole friggin' sky on any given day. Hell, no one can.
Duhhh.
I was so stupid to think that I was going to see the moon every single night without fail. I mean, I have a limited view from my little backyard.

So I've taken another lesson from this:
The moon is most definitely like God. And NOT that it is a God-like figure, but that its characteristics can seem similar. Of course God is greater.
But.
The moon is there. We know it's there, and we look for it. And most of the time, yeah, we see it. There are times when we know we won't be able to see it, and so we don't expect to see it there, but we still know it's there. And there are times when, suddenly, it's not visible to us. We panic and wonder where it could be and what could have possibly happened to it, but then, we remember--it's always there, and is never going to fully disappear; we just may not see it at that given point in time.
So, too, with God.

Where is it?!

I can't find the moon.
No, really.
I can't find it.
Last night and the night before, I went outside to take out the garbage, and I looked all around the sky--it was nowhere.
There were hardly any clouds, and they were very thin and wispy, but I could see no moon behind them. My backyard was not lit up by moonlight like it was on Wednesday night.
It was just gone.
And it's not even the end of the cycle! It's the middle of the lunar month!
Where has it gone?
Where could it have possibly gone?

Details in the Fabric.

I named my blog after the song, I have talked about the song, and yet I have not discussed just why this song is so imperative to my existence.
To my understanding, Jason Mraz uses fabric as a metaphor for life.

Calm down, deep breaths
And get yourself dressed
Instead of running around
And pulling all your threads
And breaking yourself up

As in, get on with your life; dress yourself in that fabric, that's what it's there for. Don't start pulling it apart just because there's a little snag.

If it's a broken part, replace it
If it's a broken arm, then brace it
If it's a broken heart, then face it

Everything in our life is going to break sometime--and each one has its solution. There is no problem that just stays a problem, and it's up to you to replace the broken part, brace that broken arm, or face that broken heart.

Hold your own, know your name, go your own way.
And everything will be fine.

You are in control of your life. Don't let anyone tell you who to be or what to do, and stand up for what you think is right.
And everything will be fine.

All the details in the fabric
Are the things that make you panic
Are your thoughts results of static cling
Are the things that make you blow
Hell, no reason, go on and scream
If you're shocked it's just the fault of faulty manufacturing

The little nitpicky things in life, the things that make you panic, are all results of clinging to other people's ideas and not just going in your own direction. And if they frustrate you once in a while, let it out, don't suppress your emotion. And if your emotional breakdown is actually traumatic and bad for your health, well, your life was pretty messed up to begin with, and it's not really your fault...

Everything will be fine
Everything, in no time at all
Hearts will hold...

People will understand. You don't always have to be your composed self.
Everything will be fine.

A night of Random Inspiration part 2

I have become obsessed with the moon.
I know that sounds really strange, but it's true.
Whenever I go outside at night to take out the garbage, I just kinda stare at it for a couple of minutes and wonder why it's so pretty and bright.
So tonight, I kept going in and out of my parents' house, which has this great view of the moon in the backyard. Sometimes, it'd be there in full view, shining bright white through the freshly cleared sky. Other times, it would be completely obstructed by a cloud, but I'd still see a faint white glow around the edge of the cloud that was blocking it, letting me know that although I couldn't see it, my moon was still there.
Of course, this is like God, and we all knew I was heading down that road.
But there's another thing to it.
So how do I know that the moon is still there? For all I know it could've just disappeared, says the supercynic!
But I see the stars. I see the dark night sky, and I see the bright white light radiating off of all the clouds. So the moon must still be there. And, sure enough, it is.
Just because we don't see something right away doesn't mean we can't figure out that it's there due to its surroundings.
Not everything is in our field of vision.

A night of Random Inspiration

Wow. Do I have a lot to say tonight.
I spent all day with my mother, so when that happens, I learn a lot of lessons.
So here goes...

I had to head out to the garage with my sister as part of helping our mom with spring cleaning. My sister yelled into the house, "Where's the light?" I started heading for the light switch, while my mom starting going on about how there wasn't any, and how she'd wanted the Handyman to fix it, and oh, no, what are we going to do? Then she called out, "The switch is by the door! We need to fix it!" I then switched on the light, looked at her quizzically, and said, "It works fine." And she went quiet.
It's weird, because things like this happen a lot in my life that I totally didn't realize until I switched on the light.
See, growing up, if I screwed up or didn't know how to do something quite right, my mother would make a big fuss about it and wonder how someone else could possibly fix it, because it was such a big issue! And then I'd come right up behind her and do it right, and she'd be absolutely stunned.
No trust in even turning on a light.
I could try and word it all poetically right now, but really, it all boils down to this:
Just trust people.
Especially when they're trustworthy.
And super-especially when it's something really dumb, like turning on a freaking light.