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."
Love & Light,
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!