The full moon blazed through wispy clouds last night as I spent the evening gathering thoughts around the Oneness of the universe. Trying to capture in words the essence of it for an article I was drafting. Nothing had been typical about the day. As I made my way up stairs, normally pitch black at that hour, I wondered about the ray of light that appeared to guide my way. The hall and bedroom bathed in the same calming light. Glancing out at the panorama beneath our window, I couldn’t remember it snowing that evening. Yet there it was a fine layer of white, coating the balcony railing and the landscape below. Seeking clarity, I approached the sliding glass doors. No snow last night. The crisp glow was moonlight, magical and mystical filtering through the clouds to shine on me. Here on the mountain, these things happen.