It was a slow spectacle, the gradual appearance of a thumb print on the windowpane of the gods.  It was seemingly something everyone knew about— in no small part because it had been the subject of the Sunday New York Times Crossword Puzzle.  It was too much of an ordeal for most to contemplate witnessing.  It was a total lunar eclipse and it was moving and even healing, and somewhat stark because it was a solitary experience for many, myself included.

We live in a city.  The heavens are not our beat.  Betrayed by the sky in 2001, most of us don’t want to look up now.  There were snowstorms north of Connecticut and in the Midwest so many I emailed had no chance of seeing it.  Even friends with the prospect of perfect visibility had their reasons for foregoing this event, the likes of which hadn’t happened since the 17th century.  It would take place in the middle of the middle of the night and watching would wreck the next day—during the busiest season of the year.  It just wasn’t in the cards for most people—this sky show, this brush with the miraculous and so I felt I was witnessing alone except for the half hour my intrepid husband shared with me.

Today, doing the annual inbox cleaning in preparation for starting a new year and decade, I came across this link sent by a friend who didn’t get up because her broken heart was too heavy to lug onto the rooftop.  Still she searched out a way to participate the next day and she shared it.

And now I share it with all of you.  The year and decade have changed names.  There is much we would jettison of what is becoming history, but I expect this one waltz in the December darkness is something we would replay again and again. It can make you feel very small and very expanded at the same time.  What better way to begin anew than with hope that the universe has plans and that they are kind?


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  • josie January 3, 2011 at 5:03 pm

    Oh, that was fabulous. Thanks. I did lug my heavy heart outside but it was cloudy- not just in my heart- but in my part of the world and I could see nothing. This was worth viewing though. Lovely.

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