I think the first question you all must have is “why The Moon’s Wounds?” Why didn’t I create some witty pun with my very pun-able name (Hi, I am Gul by the way). What does the moon, and more specifically, it’s so-called wounds, have to do with this blog?
I felt as if the moon was symbolic of my experiences, my theological beliefs, and my physical self. I’ll tell you my story by using the moon as my muse.
The moon has cycles and phases. I’ve finally got a grasp on life by understanding my cycles and phases. The ones that perpetuate bad decisions. The ones that give me hyper-focus to finish an important task. The ones that throw me into a continuous loop of attempt, hope and failure. Still sometimes, I’m caught by surprise; once in a blue moon.
The moon also shows me that all things come full circle. They certainly do.
The moon is a minimalist. She’s in the dark, literally. Working with whatever left over light the sun has spared for her to create her own glow. Even if it’s subtle and doesn’t light up the whole world, the moon gives off just enough light to help someone make their way around. She works with what she’s got. While the sun gives leisurely delight to the many basking in its rays, the moon lends its faint glow to that one lost in the dark.
The moon gets lost in the dark too. Maybe it’s to hide the spots everyone talks about. The craters that will never go away.
But she always comes back, remembering that the craters are a small part of her.
The moon has no atmosphere to protect her surface. Meteors and comets pummeling and pelting her. It reminds me of the chorus line from that really popular Dave Matthews song “crash”.
With no protective layer, she’s virtually asking to get hurt.
Crash…into me.
The Moon's Wounds 