Thursday, March 27, 2025

Eclipse of the Heart

I was happy with my full moon pics this month
but didn't have much luck with the eclipse.
Best pics I got were moonrise
and right before the decline
Here in Virginia, I watched the moon completely disappear between 1 - 2:40am -- not even to a dark red "blood moon" but entirely blacked out and gone. Around that time, a stray white cat ran through our backyard! Was it the moon, on the run, personified / animated as a feline? Perhaps so, because I stayed up til 4am, but never did the moon return.

Most likely, the cloud cover had grown too dense. Yet, despite this logical explanation, I felt at the one with the skywatchers of ancient times who wondered with every waning moon if its light would ever be see again.

Far away in Missouri, my friend Jay got some great shots. His photography is far superior to mine, but our viewing experiences were similar: "Fun Blood Moon, not cold at all, that was nice, after totality some clouds moved in and blurred the Moon, went to bed about 3am."

Sometimes, instead of searching the sky,
you have to turn inside to the moon of your heart.
And sometimes . . .

Seeing the moon
is not enough
For anything
except to make
me wonder if
you have seen it too


Check out my niece Sara's insights on working through
the emotional eclipses that are bound to come our way.
Here are a couple of her recent posts and my responses:

Comparison
Sara, here's a quotation I think you'll like:" 'Oh, bosh! Should have. Could have. Would have. What an odious trio. . . . I made a promise to ignore those gloomy villains. I suggest you do the same' " (from the novel "Deception's Daughter," by Cordelia Frances Biddle, p 108). I think "gloomy villain" fits right in with calling "comparison...the thief of joy." I think my most dangerous and time-wasting comparisons are making up alternative histories in my head -- shoulda, coulda, woulda. I shoulda done this; I shoulda done that; why didn't I? If only I had. I can go on for hours comparing the make - believe me to the real me and judging myself harshly for not being my alternative fictional self who never makes a stupid mistake. Sigh . . .

900 Days Sober
Thanks for this essay Sara! So easy to fall into that trap of of listing your failures instead of your successes. Every now and then, I have to remind myself that I completed a PhD in Modern British Fiction. Oh yeah, that's right. And a bunch of other things. Now why is it so hard to feel positive about that? Somehow we got mis-programmed to think "bad daughter, bad mother, bad cat - mom, bad friend, bad student" -- but it's not true! It's the anxiety speaking, and we have to shout it down. Thanks for helping us to accomplish that monumental task! It is a perpetual struggle.

Additional thoughts for the day
from my thoughtful nieces.

Giving James Baldwin the last word . . .
[author of The Fire Next Time]

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