Monday, September 28, 2015


I surprised myself and pulled up a chair against and under the umbrella of the big tree in the field last night. Rosie sitting at my feet, the full moon lunar eclipse beamed straight into my chest. Slow, sublime and graceful, the eclipse was so much more than words I can say.

One group of neighbors, partying on their porch, trailer trucks on the night run, jake brakes and bumbling rumbles, another neighbor couple ‘who is that sitting in the field in the dark’, and it was cold.

Me, I was in a celestial event. 

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