Monday, August 21, 2017

International Eclipse Day


What a day, huh? The entire world watched  the world change. The entire world watched the light grow dim and glow again. Well . . . maybe not the entire world. There were pockets of holdouts. Were you in or out. In the pocket or out? I didn't watch the sky but I watched the outdoors, I felt the temperature change, and my heart slowed just a bit. Have you ever had a nuclear stress test? Yeah? Well it was a little like that--only calm and peaceful not scary at all. I watched, I felt, and then it rained. I haven't been the same since.

I forgot all about the eclipse until late last night when I was writing a letter to someone I feel a kinship with. It was after another "Game of Thrones" affliction and I was wide open emotionally. Mid-sentence, I remembered how I hadn't done anything "eclipsical" for the great day, and then it was "let me hurry up and do my thing before the moon does its thing, and it'll be all over but the history of it." So I figured thirty eclipse stamps would yield thirty pieces of blackout mail for thirty eclipse-minded penfriends, and I can do this, step back and gimme some room. I got busy.


Right away I could not find all those black envelopes I keep stumbling over. The black postcard stock disappeared on me too. Midnight blue is good. Yeah. It's cooler than nothing. It's cooler than the red, yellow, the green and the white envies for sure. I found exactly two of the gold orb stamps. Two! 


Laughing. Brain won't work right when it's tired. The body keeps on trying though. And, when you have friends who wish you well . . . I gotta tell you this but only because it's true. But when you have friends who wish you well, you'll always find a way to excel.


Here's an abrupt about face. "Ophelia was startled by the start of the eclipse but she wasn't frightened at all."

Happy eclipse!

Love & Light,

Limner


There's always a story. There's always a story to tell. They're everywhere we look. The wonder is in the sky for sure, but it's the people below who accent the show. So. You're familiar with The Decameron, yes? I know just enough to mess with your head, but I like to imagine them as a group of storytellers that meet monthly just to tell really great stories. They're serial storytellers if you will. In my realm they are anyway. 

Now, today's story is all about the eclipse. It's about The Moon Goddess divorcing the Man in the Moon. Well, she kicked him out of her orbit anyway. All the Decameron Sisters listened in disbelief but they believed it anyway, with all their . . . ears . . because it was too juicy not to! The chat-chat went something like this:

Yellow Dressed One: She kicked him to Pluto???

Striped Pants Lute Plucker:  She did. With her red pointy toe shoes!

Orange Dressed One  Why not kick him to Venus instead?

Striped Pants Lute Plucker:  She could have kicked him to Mars and back but she kicked him where the sun don't shine, so . . .

Red Dress One:  You mean she kicked him into a total eclipse, huh??? Wo-o-w.

Striped Pants Lute Plucker:  He's just a sore loser 'cause she eclipsed him first. Hahaha! It wasn't the first time either, and it won't be the last. The soothsayer predicts he'll do it again in '24. (strum)


Me printing in a hushed voice:  Death wanted in on the truth so he saddled up and away he flew to the Upper World. And this is what happened. 


Things went all Game of Thrones after that:



Here's the funniest part of these stories. I made myself laugh out loud--reminded myself of how doh the Hound had to have felt chunking rocks at that White Walker last night. Nevertheles, "David used Goliath's severed . . ." What? We might never know, right? (grin) I was good and tired by then, as I'm sure you are by now. Yet thirty stories in a single night/day. No way? Or should there have been thirty-one?

Did  you see the moon eclipse the sun? It was fun? What a lovely day it was when people the world over joined, as a giant eye of one . . . to watch. 

Happy International Eclipse Day!














13 comments:

  1. I watched from inside the house and it was errie but I cried I really did now we need a lunar eclipse last one was in 1979. I was 18 whoa long time ago now . I love this post kudos to you and all that talent . be well and stay well

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    1. You got to see it! :) According to news sources many people cried. One woman declared it a spiritual event and there were tears. I almost cried from watching others who cried. LOL.

      Thanks for your comments but writing isn't my talent. I just have fun while neglecting the true talent I was blessed with.

      Thanks for posting too. I feel bad when I see abandoned blogs. They remind me of all the inner city houses and buildings that have been abandoned, like bodies without souls and spirits. Silence from a blog is like a dead radio station. LOL. Sorry. I'm a fine one to talk since there are 51 drafts waiting to be finished or posted. I have unfinished drawings, stories, projects . . . And I need to dust, vacuum and work on my studio again.

      Be well. :)

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  2. oh my gosh no vacuum too . yeah sometimes there is just not enough time in the day to get it all done . I hear ya . You be well also .

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    1. Hear! Hear! I gotta tell you. Yesterday I dusted the downstairs bookcase for the the third time since Christmas! LOL. It was fun. I chose a book for you. Have you read "Blue Plate Special?"

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    2. no I cant say I have is it good ? of course its good you have read it . thanks I don't know what I did to deserve such a wonderful friend as you but you rock my dear .

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    3. JC does the vacuuming. I dust, he vacuums.

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    4. Tell you what . . . Google the title and read an excerpt before I send it. It might not be to your liking.

      Aw, gee, you probably deserve better than me. :) You're one of the first people I think of when it comes to books. Blue Plate Special is in my "probably won't read again" stack. Let me know if you want it. If you do it'll go out as soon as the water does and our town dries out. :) If not, I'll choose another title. Winter is coming. 'Tis time to stock up on reading material. :)

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  3. OMG -- I wish I'd thought to do some eclipse postcards/envelopes! We only had the partial view of the eclipse, and I was impressed, but not teary. I thought about all of those individuals way back in time who watched the moon cover the face of the sun and thought the world was coming to the end. And I wondered how many had blinded themselves watching and how many had hidden in fear. I thought about those thousands upon thousands who had driven to areas where the view was total and wondered about how they would recount the story for their children, but did not envy the crowds or the traffic in the aftermath.

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    1. It's not too late. Did you read the news posted on the Letter Writer's Alliance's blog? It's a wonderful thing they're doing. I have plans to capitalize on it if I can ever stop telling stories. :)

      I had the same thoughts, and all the things I've read about how those poor souls thought the world was ending came rushing back. I wonder how some of the tribes in the Amazon fared?

      What amazes me more than the numbers that drove out of town and out of state is how all those people were so nice, polite, sharing, and well behaved. I hope there were no eclipse road rage incidents. :) JC's best friend drove from Dallas to Carbondale, IL just to watch.

      Have you seen photos of shadows cast by the eclipse? I wish I'd at least gone outside to take pictures of shadows beneath our trees. :) I don't want to hang around for the next photo op. *sigh* :)

      I imagine they'll tell their stories better than those who wrote about Woodstock. LOL.

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  4. Great post - and great post :) I love the combo of the Moon and Eclipse stamps on the dark envelope.

    Witnessing the eclipse in person was a remarkable experience - otherworldly to say the least. Highly recommended, and the next one in the US is only 7 years away!

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    1. LOL. You're very kind, but I did have fun making my arm work. The blue envelopes are my favorite. They're almost gone. Thanks! I "over-stamped" but that was fun too. :)

      Where did you watch??? Tell me how it felt? Or is it too personal? I 'd forgotten when the eclipse could be viewed here, but had the oddest sensation. Those feelings are what drove me to look. I was as far from a window as I could be inside, but I obeyed the feeling and pulled back the drapes, pulled up the blinds, and the air was so different it made my heartbeat slow. The only thing I can liken it to is having a nuclear stress test. The heart is slowed to the point where I believe it's what dying must feel like. It's thrilling and scary and other-worldly all at the same time. And that's how it felt then. Everything was so still.

      I'm torn between hanging around another 7 years just for a repeat, but it's supposed to be viewer friendly here in Texas. So . . . :)

      I'm glad you got to see it.

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  5. I just did a post that included a bit of my eclipse experience. Partial up here in Virginia. I didn't make any special Mail Art, but I've been using my eclipse stamps, hoping that the recipients of that mail will enjoy them as much as I do. What made me happy was that we went out to a nearby park and joined other people for the viewing. It was so neighborly and happy and sharing glasses and stories, I loved it. Thanks for your interesting post full of so much information.

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    1. I read this the day you posted and immediately went to your blog to read of your experience. Thank you.

      I believe recipients will enjoy the special stamps too. I cannot imagine anyone seeing the stamp and not being drawn to touch it, and then marvel at its existence. They are our souvenirs of the eclipse.

      We still talk of watching the many on their way to and while they were watching--how the event created a bond and brought out the best in family and especially strangers--and how seeing other made us feel hope.

      Thanks for reading my imaginated offerings.They only get worse. :) And subject to the imaginings of others.

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