Tiny Moon: a Love Story

Dec 31, 2009    /    luna the traveling pooch

In 2009 (to put it mildly) the stars were not aligned.

There were a thousand things leading to a breaking point: losing Peter Pan; the fact that he wanted to cheat on me–and told me so; my mother’s accusations after the breakup; my father calling me selfish, then taking it back; a thousand questions about whether or not I was going to Save My Soul by sitting in a church pew; the loss of two dear friends; others far away; the mechanic breaking the jeep door, which caused me to hit another car with the door and pay out more than $300; my sister pawning my grandmother’s ring; my first car accident; my first side-of-the-road breakdown; a broken bathtub; an inconsiderate apartment complex; the constant pressure at work to WORK MORE, OH MY GOD, MORE; bad dates; worse dates; self-sabotaged dates; doctor’s office bills; nightmares; pills; more bills.

I tried everything this year: I Traveled Denver. I went to concerts. I took long, hot baths and read long, decadent books. I napped in the middle of my Saturdays. I went to Therapy. I took pills. Everything worked. But only for a minute.

The change in the air, the hope for next year’s stars to fall back into line, the real cure came in the latter part of the year. In the form of a tiny, sleepy-looking puppy in a pet store window.

I stayed in that pet store, holding her, for three hours. I pressed my face into her fur, looked into her eyes, carried her through the store and talked to her.

And then I tore through everything—comfort, resources, time—to have her. Those brief, happy moments meant everything to me.

And thus The Moon—the tiny, shining, soft, independent Moon—saved my life. She outweighs every bad thought, bad feeling, bad idea. She sleeps on my pillow, pressed against my cheek. She needs me desperately. And, in saving her, I save myself.

It is time for a new year. A better year. A year to walk backward and find the girl I left behind sometime in February. A year to forget the bitter and Take Back the sweet. A year to celebrate life, to read more, to learn and to love mercy.

The year of The Moon.

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5 Comments
  • Sarah
    July 30, 2012

    I just discovered your blog on Miss Minimalist today and loved it. Looking through your archives I found the story above about Luna changing your life. That is the exact same story I have about my dog. She’s my very first dog and I believe the Universe sent her to me to save me, all the while giving me the original feeling that I was supposed to be saving her. From the little I’ve seen of your blog, you are living the life that I have recently been dreaming about – traveling everywhere with my dog in tow. We’re best buds.

    I look forward to reading more of your writings, musings, and whatever else you put to page.

    Sarah

    • gigigriffis
      July 30, 2012

      That’s so great. I’m glad you found me! If you ever have questions or want to talk about the hows of getting on the road with your dog, please don’t hesitate to drop me a line!

  • Mark
    July 30, 2012

    I too have just seen your blog on Miss Minimalist today and just love it!! I agree with you about Barcelona (awful food too) and Mexico. I love your writing — and how you found your dog :-) I’ve never done anything like travel alone and at 43 I would love to one day! Please keep writing :-) Mark

  • gigigriffis
    July 30, 2012

    @Mark, Thank you! I will!

  • Lindsay
    July 30, 2012

    Odd – we find you from the same site and choice to comment on the same post. Your story of Luna is so close to mine of my Roxy. And thanks for the Barcolona tip! Was thinking of going there in November but just crossed it off my list

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