A Strange Communion

Our Sunday was quite full and I was chilling out last night, listening to Melody Gardot sing incredibly haunting songs about relationships gone wrong. I was feeling the music. Her lyrics and presentation inspired memories of lost loves. As I heard such sensitive melodies that really hit home, something drifted from the ceiling to land languidly on the top of my computer screen.
A large moth had felt the same vibes and drawn by the light of my Mac had found a good sleeping spot and gone off to sleep as it touched down.
At first, I was stunned to see a powdery critter of at least 2 inches in length, trust me enough to put itself into my domain of rather extreme vulnerability to insects.
But I was soon hypnotized by that very thought and came to the stark realization that this wasn’t an ordinary moth. Or maybe I’m not an ordinary woman.
Somehow, we connected in spirit, entranced by the lulling sounds emanating from the computer. Was this an omen? Was this the spirit of one of my lost relatives? A signal of some concurrence or a guardian angel in disguise?
I pondered these thoughts for a time, as I steadfastly kept my eyes on the slumbering insect. Concluding in the end that I’ll never know exactly, I replayed the music for an hour and then left the top open all night.
In the morning my husband told me that the moth was flying around the room.
I haven’t seen it yet. But maybe if I play those songs again, it will return.
Ah, contemplation of a myriad of possibilities. My father used to say that we shouldn’t ever kill a moth, because it might be someone’s moth-er.
Hmm. Kinda weird that it appeared while Lover Undercover was playing.