Posted 2017-08-21Eclipsed by Love
Life is good.
It’s about 8:30am, and I’m sitting on a picnic blanket in the middle of a park with my beloved family, who are napping in the morning sun.
We left home at 5am, to beat the heavy traffic, and drove south from Portland to the little town of Stayton, which will soon be smack dab in the middle of a moon shadow. The sun will begin to be eclipsed by the moon in about half an hour, achieving “totality” an hour after that.
Witnessing a solar eclipse is a rare opportunity to experience — viscerally and simultaneously with many other souls — our place in the Cosmic Order.
On the way here, I got in a minor tiff with my elder daughter, 20, after which I couldn’t help but realize how much my love for her eclipses my “need” to win an argument. So I initiated a do-over, and we set an intention to solve future problems more collaboratively.
Today, a powerful image will be burned in my brain. (But not in my retinas... We got our NASA-approved eclipse glasses!) And I will do my best to recall that image whenever I forget how insignificant my ego games are in comparison to the astronomical immensity of Love.
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