After a stormy snow all day long, the sky cleared long enough for me to watch the beauty and mystery of the lunar eclipse, in the crisp cold wind blowing through our back yard. I am not usually awake this late, but something called me out when I saw the sky had cleared. I kept warm by shoveling the walkway, and I prayed for our troubled world. Actually, it felt like the moon itself warmed my body and soul.
What does eclipse mean? It spoke to me of disappearing, the power of the hidden, the gift of letting go of any need to shine. It spoke to me of the beauty of what is hidden. As the moon became fully eclipsed, the foggy clouds also drifted in, and it was gone from sight. Hidden being, bless our aching world, heal our wounded hearts.
Thank you for your thoughts around this. I enjoyed reading them. I also love your pictures. My husband and I were very fortunate. Where we live the skies were clear. The temperature was very low (-20 C./-4 F.) but we bundled up. Watching it unfold simply took my breath away. We stood there for a long time bearing witness to the blood moon when the eclipse was at its fullest. There are really no words to describe how I felt.