Did you see the moon last night? It wasn’t an extraordinary sight, waxing Gibbous, just a tad off full. But it spoke to me. I was walking the dog and the moon spoke to me. My wife and I had had an exasperation—we don’t argue or fight, we exasperate—and before heading to bed I needed to walk the dog. That’s when the moon spoke to me. It told me that the knot in my stomach troubled her stomach as well. One knot, two troubled stomachs.

Now, I’ve talked to the moon before. Who hasn’t? I know I’m not the only one who has wished, hoped, or prayed upon its luminescence and sent a message to lovers known or unknown. Sometimes during particularly reflective evenings the moon has “spoken” to me in a spiritual way. During a lunar eclipse it speaks volumes for example, although I suppose as the moon darkens in earth’s shadow it’s the moon’s silence that speaks so eloquently. I remember once when the moon spoke and startled millions across the globe.

During a pause in the action during a 1989 World Series game between the Oakland Athletics and San Francisco Giants, the ABC cameraman focused upon the full moon, filling the television screen with its bright, white light. Suddenly a commercial jet liner flew in front of the moon. I gasped in awe, so did announcers Al Michaels and Tim McCarver. You could feel the energy of viewers around the world who also reacted in awe of this unexpected visual treat.

Last night’s moon wasn’t in eclipse and there were no jets around; the moon was normal. But it was special because it called to me. I didn’t contact it or meditate upon it. I was walking the night for the dog’s sake and perhaps to ease the knot in my stomach. I wasn’t looking for a conversation with the moon, so it started one with me.

That’s when it told me that I shared the knot in my stomach with my wife. But I already knew that. “She’s scared,” the moon said. I knew that too. “There’s more to it,” said the moon. I knew that too.

“It’s not our Love,” I said aloud. The moon agreed. As we continued our conversation, I began to feel lighter. Eventually I did meditate and eventually the dog grew tired. The moon said goodbye and assured me all would be well and that I needed to go back inside. I noticed the knot in my stomach was gone.

Do you know what happened when I got back inside? When I got back inside and walked into the bedroom my wife asked me if I had seen the moon. “Yes,” I said. “Nearly full.” Then she said through tears, “I was just talking with the moon.”