. . . We are all one people under the moon.
Walked outside last night with Sonya to see the Blood Supermoon, a special kind of total lunar eclipse. What a strange and magical experience.
Strange in the base, primal instinct of fear that we both felt—mom said she felt it, too— as the moon slivered away into darkness;
strange, too, the thought that, had we looked to the sky last night between 10:15 and 11:23, we might have noticed nothing, or thought the moon was merely hiding behind a cloud, and gone about our business, missing a rare and magnificent celestial event entirely.
Strange and magical to look up at the sky with a sense of awe tinged with fear and to realize the terror the ancient peoples must have felt as their guiding light was, at the apex of its magnificence, slowly eaten away and extinguished by the darkness.
Incredible to think how far science has come, that this event was accurately predicted (and advertised as an event on Facebook) down to the minute the moon left us and the minute it reappeared.
Magical, too, that with the comfort of an internet full of knowledge and the security of constant connectivity— smartphones in hand— we could nonetheless feel something of our ancient forebears’ awe toward capital-N-Nature.
Incredible, too, the sacred sense of unity that the moon created last night— to see the little knots and clusters of people at the end of each block on Riverside Drive, some talking excitedly, asking confused questions —tiny sparking voices in against the muted enormity above us— sharing binoculars, or just sitting, alone or in groups, in quiet contemplation. The dogs felt it, too. You could tell.
Last night I felt, for the first time since moving back to Manhattan, a real sense of fellowship, of belonging to one human community. And after reading HONY’s posts on the stories of the displaced Syrian refugees, stories of unbelievable human hate and violence as well as moments of heartbreaking and uplifting generosity, I really needed that feeling. An important one to carry forward through life, even when the moon shines most brightly.
*On the theme of the moon, this piece reminds me of a wonderful tall-tale by Italo Calvino entitled “The Distance of the Moon”. Click here for an enchanting bedtime story…