Mile by Mile, the Road Rolls On

The eve of Pesach,  the lunar eclipse and the anniversary of the Boston marathon bombing brought a strange significance to the skies.  Lately it seems as if pearly luminescence is dripping through the filaments of clouds in creative chaos.  It seemed a miracle that despite the stormy weather hovering around, there would be clear skies for eclipse viewing

So my night began early and was punctuated by a distinct dimming in moonlight through the back windows, telling me it was time.  Stiff legged from my 3 day running stretch, I stumbled around for my clothes even though I'd set them out....grabbed the phone/camera and started on the back porch- another miracle, for there was the moon,  perched right in my eye-line, hung like a pearl with the diamond stars glittering around.  And best of all, in the background I could hear the hoot hoot of the little burrowing owl, who apparently roosts at night in the tree, singing. 

When I realized the eclipse was in full swing,  I took off downstairs and planted myself in the middle of the common area,  the owl in her tree just to my right, the moon straight above, showing its rusty red as it continued to dim lower.

I was surrounded by apartment buildings and security lights, and everywhere I felt the press of people unaware of it all.  If I looked only up,  it was easy to imagine my proximity to all this heavenly beauty,  up close, swinging with the stars between the forces of planetary impulses, and the leveling plane of solar opposition:  enough to drown out the whole moon.

It was the color of menstrual blood, a rich rusty red.  The rush of primal understanding was below words.  And I liked it that way.  I haven't written here very consistently lately.  The move is underway!! and as so much continues to reveal and situate itself,  my ability to take it mile by mile is paying off big time.  I stood in the yard last night and felt a sweet nostalgia for the length of time it has taken us to get here;  this strange Cosmic pivot point, turning point,  while feeling that very soon,  whatever is about to take place is more wondrous than anything we could imagine.

Suddenly I am ok not trying to find the words.  Sometimes its ok to just go with the flow, and take it mile by mile- tonight I ran through the storms,  but another day its clear skies all the way.  the Road Rolls on.