I had been on the road for almost three months. Traveling from Arkansas through Kansas, Colorado, Nebraska, Wyoming, Idaho, Oregon, California, Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, Oklahoma, and back to Arkansas.

I saw a moonrise in Arizona I'll never forget.

I left the Eastern Sierras that morning right after dawn and drove through a thunderstorm in the Mojave Desert. I had been driving for hours taking little breaks as I needed and looking ahead to where I would camp that night somewhere outside of Phoenix.

A couple of hours before sunset, I found a spot on some public lands for free camping. There was no one around.

I could see rocky hills with cactus surrounding me in every direction. The sun was setting to the west and I knew the moon would be rising in the east about the same time. I set up my air mattress outside and laid down to watch the sky change from light to dark. The clouds shift in colors of white to pink to purple to dark grey. Everything changing in the moments of twilight to reveal the light of the moon in the distance.

I heard the sound of donkeys braying somewhere around me although I could never find them with all my wandering around camp.

As the last light of the sunset slipped beyond the horizon, the full moon rose up behind the hills next to me. Bright with energy, I could see everything around me without a light.

Laying there beneath the moon gave me such a feeling of peace and belonging. I knew my friends and family were under the same moon. I knew that we were all feeling it's shine.

Find yourself beneath the light of the moon and known that we are all sharing the moment together on this earth. Step outside, see the moon, and feel the connection to all.

Much love and all the light,

Morgan