Lunar Eclipse and Me

Staggering out of bed in the middle of the morning-night, I have a hazy recollection of being outside and tilting my head skyward.

Yeah, I did it, now I remember. Lord, that moon was blinding.

After recovering, a few thoughts from the lunar eclipse of March 14, 2025.

Small

My life and me are small in the scheme of things. Comparable to one of those non-elephantine characters out of Horton Hears A Who. To recap—all who and no horton.

It’s a very good thing to have my smallness staring me straight in the face. A lot of stuff points me in a different direction. Indeed, the better I do the more urgent the stuff. But the better I am, the smaller I stay. I think that works best overall.

And Yet

Still, despite the smallness, in the light of the Blood Moon, I have to be grateful for the ability to think about what it means, what I mean, what anything and everything means. Pause for a second, maybe several seconds, and embrace the fullness of that. With so much of our daily and hourly lives filled with things determined elsewhere and without flesh and blood—algorithms, AI, and the like—the sheer humanity of the moment under the Blood Moon simply has to be understood. I and you can think through it over and over again.

The Alignment Of Position

The material and physical reality of the moment boils down to alignment and position. Three bodies cross each other across space for the briefest period. An effect, visible and viewable, is created.

Nothing else needs to be true.

Alignment and position.

Where do you align? Is it different from your position? Can other people see either one in you?

Be well. I need a nap.