turning thirty on full moon
santorini > day 7
I watched the moon rise last night - the day I turned thirty - and it was beautifully serenditipous - it happened because I missed the 4:35pm bus, and instead i waited in the dark for the 5:50pm bus to take me from Oia back to Fira, after a 3 hour hike along the caledera (in which I even stopped, mid-way, to have coffee with a cave-dwelling greek mountain man who called to me as a lone voice from above and asked “do you have time???” - he was the reason I missed the bus) -
and it was maybe the best birthday I can remember, though (or perhaps because) I spent it entirely alone, curated entirely by me: handpulled noodles, crepe cake, tarot reading from a dear friend. and yet I was not alone. I had the voices and presence of my friends, and my family, and through it all - I knew the climax of my day when I saw it, while I was shivering in the cold wind, waiting for the bus to arrive — it was a luminous rose gold orb, coming in and out of shadow, dark clouds. I watched it rise along the entire bus ride in the dark, through winding mountain roads, and then, all the way back to the apartment - by then, it was distant. it felt like a new era, new decade arising inside of me; the era of the moon, and I was in awe at the poetry of life, marveling. moments like these are why I am alive.