Eclipse: an obscuring of the light from one celestial body by the passage of another between it and the observer or between it and its source of illumination. The moon and me; we seem to have forged a bond, our moods reflect each others. I notice it more often here. It struck me that as WA is so isolated, maybe the moon is bigger, more present. Maybe nonsense, maybe true. The moon is a constant though, a great glowing entity that illuminates the night. Every single night in every single sky. Not always visible but always there. I’ve been casually tracking the moon cycles and attempting to correlate the eclipse with my own moods. It would appear that as the third quarter of the eclipse approaches, my already over active anxious mind goes into overdrive. I wont pretend to understand the deep intricacies and complexity of the solar system, i cant. What i do know is that its vital and magical and i’m in awe of its beauty. Does it not make sense that an entity as powerful as the moon, can have some power over how I feel? It hovers, a beacon in the dark sky, a true wonder to behold yet I often kinda forget it's there, I find that to be very sad, so inspired by this, I wrote a short story. I’m up here she whispered, her words dancing amongst the stars then swallowed by the inky sky. No one heard. Her shouts vanished like vapour in the wide abyss. Her silence screamed, her screams silent. The moon was alone, a galaxy inhabited only by her; Earth, the closest neighbour lay thousands of kilometres far below. She glowed a brilliant white illuminating the entire earth but all she saw was darkness. Her light was hidden, a gift to give but never receive. Eternity is a long time, how long exactly no one could say. That was the trouble. Floating up there with only dark sky for company, the moon felt like the loneliest place in the universe. Down on earth, her power was infinite, magnificent and more powerful than she could ever know. Controlling the tides, the moods of humans and behaviour of animals. We gaze in wonder at her, in awe of her mystery. Studied with fascination and fervent obsession, the lunar eclipse is as ancient a phenomenon as there was. Every night, we witness the lunar show; a theatre in the sky changing each evening but with only one star performer-Lady Luna herself. The moon had her own routine, she transformed from full to nothing with each turn of her cycle. It was as natural as her very existence, some days she shone brightly, others not so luminous. To shimmer and beam so brilliantly over the whole earth is a momentous task, tiring and all consuming. It often felt so pointless, "would anyone even notice if i decided to stay behind the dark clouds?" She wondered sadly. There was no answer. Still she shone, as giving up is no option at all. When there is still light to give, it must be shared. Hope is all we have when everything is gone, indeed it is everything we have. We all have a right to live, to wake up each day and be. Just be. Listening to our natural rhythms and flowing, finding joy and meaning in our everyday lives. Both the light and dark. Even if we don't know it, we matter and our actions carry mighty power and significance . ![]() She shines like a beacon A lighthouse in the vast sky Not a warning but a beckoning To look up, find light in the darkness. We do not see the light that we shine, we do not know the effect that we each have on others. Our own reflections are not even a true representation of what we look like; we will never really know what others see. The same can be said about how our words, actions, thoughts, might impact others. On my darkest days i feel like a sad grey cloud but i try very hard not to cast a shadow, I alone inhabit my darkness and instead, attempt to share the little light I have with others. How can we keep some for ourselves? How can we know that we are shiny too? . After all these years of turmoil and guilt, anxiety and fear; finally I accept that I cant change the world. I cant change anything but my own world and the way I exist within it. I do my best to be ethical, to help when I can and just be nice. Am i perfect? Far from it. Do i like everyone? No, i really don't, but I will try to be kind and spread as much of the good stuff as I have to share. Too long have I spent floating in a dark universe and accepting that that was the only option for me. It's not and i don't accept it anymore. Time to transform, to evolve, to eclipse. That means sharing the good stuff with me too. I don't have any photos of the moon, it’s rather hard to capture and I don't tend to be outside at night quite honestly. But I do have these photos from Canada that I love and have wanted to share for ages. The field changed from an ocean of yellow dandelions to a sea of fluffy glocks, it was a magical transformation to behold. They look like celestial little orbs; earth moons in a sky of leaves.
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