Okay, last night was the whole full lunar eclipse slash full moon slash blood moon slash (I forget what it’s called at present, where the moon is at its closest to Earth……ha! Got it!) perigee, making it a Super Blood Moon.
(Man, that’s a lot in one breath!)
As Daniel Day Lewis’s film declared, there will be blood – and there was…. well, it was red, anyway…. for a few minutes…
In the spirit of sharing and celebration, and in delighting in my own joy found in last night’s activities in nature, I share with you these photos that I semi-spontaneously took – I just happened to have my camera with me, and so decided to give it a go…
… and it worked really well!
I started in a parking lot, and then rushed home to pull out the tripod for the choicest and most surprising parts.
(FYI they moon and the camera moved a bit, so the moon isn’t in the same spot in each photo, but I think you can manage. 😉 )
Did you know that indigo powder is green?
I had always imagined that it would be, you know, blue-ish… like indigo, the color.
But then, here I have some indigo powder, and, sure enough, it is pale green, much like a mix of moss and grass.
And then, just as surely, of course, it dyed things blue-ish…, indigo.
Magic in nature, I suppose…
There isn’t much that occurs naturally as blue in nature, but I wonder how much more there might be that are just as deceiving as indigo… talk about not judging a book by its cover…
On my evening walk last night, I walked with a small opossum for a while. It was great. He was adorable. We were both enjoying the weather and a casual stroll in it. At one point, we paused and gazed into one another’s eyes for a few moments. It was very intimate. I guess it got a little too intimate for him, though, and he felt awkward. Because, a few seconds after our gazing into one another, he wandered off suddenly in a different direction. And I haven’t heard from him since. Sigh… And we had been having such a good time… Perhaps we will never understand the male sex…
Walking, walking, I hear the swish-chh, swish-chh of my steps through the ankle-high grass, plants, and flowers. Taller grass lines my path, and flowers surround me in any direction, waving delicately in the wind, reminding me ever so slightly of bobble heads and those dashboard dancing creatures. The wind makes a muffled howl over my ears as it whoos around and past me, giving me the perfect balance of cool air and hot sunlight. My hair whispies whisp around my face like the pitter-patter of raindrops on my face during yesterday’s sprinkles. Goats bleh at nothing in particular ahead of me, frolicking in the grass and climbing in the trees, occasionally falling out like it’s no big deal. I see one of the new babies following suit, monkey see, monkey do… for goats… I want to bottle this up (and take it everywhere with me, so I can pull it out whenever I am sad), runs through my head. But I know that it would be odd, bottling something that, in itself, expresses freedom, openness, and ease. You Can’t bottle this – that’s the point. That’s why it is so special. That’s why I am here right now. Because God and the world knew it was perfect for me right now. And it is perfection.
Grace, followed by gratitude and love. That is my today.
One of my favorite memories from my time in high school is the day where one of my best friends and I spent some time with nature during lunch. In the front of our school, between two of the branches of buildings that stick out to the parking lot, there is an outdoor passageway/walkway. It is like a courtyard, but that it only has buildings on three sides of it. That being the case, it wasn’t exactly an ‘allowed’ place for having lunch. However, the building on one side of it was brand new, and so no precedent was in place regarding it. Essentially, I didn’t tell anyone that I went there for lunch, and I kept myself out of eyeshot while out there, whenever I went.
I only went on days when I felt really stranded inside the buildings. Sometimes the whole artificial box and lighting can really get one down, and that is often the case for me. Since the school had removed carpets from most hallways, while it was fancier-looking, it felt even more industrial and anti-nature. So, while I had lunch in the actual courtyard most days, I occasionally snuck out to this walkway, because 1) it was rather isolated from people and buildings, and 2) it was filled with green, green grass (something of which the courtyard had almost none).
On the day of this beloved memory, I had told this friend of my intentions to go be one with nature during lunchtime. She elected to join me. And so, as I walked barefoot in the grass as part of my usual routine of grounding myself back to nature on these days, she walked alongside me. I may even have lay down in the grass, or just sat in it, while she walked around and back and forth in it with the same goal in mind. However, for whatever reason, while I was barefoot to feel the ground physically, she was getting in touch with nature while in her tennis shoes.
Gosh, I loved that silly lunchtime event, and still treasure it. 😛