One day my dear friend and collaborator Paul MacDonald made a picture. Paul makes a lot of pictures, but this one is especially close to my heart. It was like he opened a window into the starry sky, which was at the same time a mirror, helping me understand who we are. Paul was exploring what we do here
at “la Luna,” starting with the name “The Moon in the Well” (which is “La Luna nel Pozzo” in English). He found in the name a meeting of contrary poles.
On the left, we have the Moon: a heavenly body shining brightly with the light of the sun, just like any planet. This is the gift of exuberance, the healthy egoism of the child, saying “Look at me!”
This force radiates out into the world, energetically exhibiting a new, unique voice. It is the action in acting, the kinetic body of creation, the spontaneous cry of birth.
This radiant energy is balanced, on the right side of the paper, by that of the Well. The Well receives the energy of the Moon, holding the image in a loving, calm act of perception, offering depth to that image, the depth of awareness. If the Moon offers a cry of birth, the Well offers a loving echo to that cry, bringing it depth and awareness.
The Moon in the Well is the space where this creative dialogue can take place. It is a physical space, of course, and a very beautiful natural space at that, but it is also another kind of space. The Well offers the gift of time, of feedback, of loving reflection.
The Moon in the Well is a community, but a community in flux. Many people come and spend time here, leave and return, a still but not a static place.
Paul made this moving and profound graphic reflection on a piece of paper, with a pen, because those were the materials he had at hand. But I think of it in three dimensions. If I mentally roll the paper up so that the Moon side and the Well side meet, it creates a physical model of the marriage of Moon and Well, reminding me that there is no beginning and end, that this dialogue of radiant light and deepening reflection is self-generating, cyclical, not linear and finite. It takes the world in, and lets it out; a simple, profoundly creative breath.
And if I roll this picture into a tube, it also gives me a telescope, or perhaps a kaleidoscope, with which to look at the world in a playful, colorful manner, reminding me that observing the world is itself a creative act.