Joshua Tree, California
You guys, I’m going to have to apologize in advance in the event that all of a sudden I turn into a total chakras-and-crystals person, because I don’t know who it is that is in these photographs, but the Jordan that I know does not decide to spontaneously break into yoga poses while watching the sunset barefoot in the sand.
Or…jeez, I don’t know. Maybe she does.
After our little impromptu stretching (and somersaulting) session, we put the kids to bed…and then, half an hour later, we woke Indy back up again and took him outside to see the moon, which was enormous and orange and sitting in the sky just on top of the mountains. And then the three of us sat down in a circle on the flagstones outside the house, held hands, and lit the candles that the tarot reader in Truth and Consequences had given us, the ones he’d told us to burn at the new moon. We talked about the adventure we’ve been on these past few weeks, and how close we are now to our new home. We talked about what the new moon means, and told Indy that Goldie had been born during a moon just like the one he saw in the sky.
Our son sat there quietly for awhile, looking up at the stars. And then he looked back at us, so seriously and so thoughtfully that I found myself holding my breath. “I eat ants sometimes,” he said. And so back inside we went, leaving the candles to burn away to nothing.