Love and the Lunar Eclipse

I recently  read an article writen a woman, a mother, whose child has a disease with a death sentence.  The child, the baby, the beloved son will loose his life by his third birthday.

The woman, the mother is on the clock. She has learned a few lessons about what is important in life sooner than most. The striving has taken second place to the savoring. What to feed, where to educate, how to excel; all those questions now not so important. How to love is.

He child will die. The only questions that remain are how to live now. And how to love. Now.

Saturday morning 7 am. The phone rings. Fine by me, I'm awake ( as all over the age of 50 are?) but who is calling? It's Emily.

Oddly enough Emily often calls at this time of day but not on a weekend. I know I'd better hurry and look to the east when I hear the phone ring that time of day.  She calls me on her way to school with excitement typically reserved for bigger things. But she, it appears, is her mothers daughter in this way. A beautiful sunrise is a big thing. 

What a wake up call.
But on a Saturday?  Well, it turns out there was to be an lunar eclipse and she and Caleb ( who is such a man that would happily do this) were driving downtown to get a better view from the top of a parking garage.

They would pick me up if I liked. I liked.

It was a wild goose chase. We did manage a glimpse craning our necks through the car window.  But by the time we made it downtown, and after scaling two parking garages all the way to the top, fog, and the rising sun had shrouded the moon.

To say this morning was anything short of perfect though would be to miss the point. We were pursing beauty and we found it. We didn't find it in the sky but rather in our hearts.  You should have heard us laugh at ourselves. Not only could we not see the moon, we got "dizzy sick" spinning up and down the parking garages. Over the bagels and coffee that followed  the same sun that obscured the eclipse revealed something even more beautiful. Because when you do anything out of love the sun and the Son can shine through.

We get up early to pursue our jobs, our ambitions, our goals.  The striving is important. The educating and the earning, and the pursuing. But this was Saturday. We could pursue something else. Because we too are all on the clock.

Because we know how fleeting sunrises, lunar eclipses and life are. Because you've got to grab the good when you can. Because there is plenty of pain and ugliness in life. Because beauty is one of Loves faces. And if we let it, Love conquers all, shines through all.  One sunrise, or lunar ecplise, or belly laugh at a time. And I bet that young mother and her son would have been at the top of the parking garage with us.

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
There's nothing you can do that can't be done. Nothing you can sing that can't be sung. Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game It's easy. There's nothing you can make that can't be made. No one you can save that can't be saved. Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time -
 It's easy. All you need is love, love, love is all you need. The Beatles



 

snow

For this moment.

For this moment I am content.

 All is well, all is perfect, in this cocoon of my moment.

Last nights magical moonlit dance with my shovel under waning flakes, a memory.

Muffled silence of the wet heavy snow weighs on every branch I see outside my window.

Winters first snow.

The newly risen sun leaves the blanket of comfort and adds the joy. It screams wow-wie what a world. The sweet dance of the old and the new, like a rocking-chaired grandma reaching out for the new born babe.