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In For a Landing

A line of thunderstorms came through our area just as the sun was contemplating setting. Besides billowing harbingers of potential mayhem and torrential downpours, one scenario depicted in the sky was a snowy owl coming in for a landing.

I’d actually just completed closing Sacred Space following a session with a client when a deep and prolonged rumble of thunder rippled out across the sky. Stepping outside, I got goosebumps when I took in the scenario unfolding above my head.

Sometimes it doesn’t matter whether anyone else can see what you see. Not if the magic of a moment infuses with you awe. Or hope. Or maybe even the tiniest sliver of a sense of being part of something much greater than the superficial illusions that we normally chase and often cherish.

Besides these clouds, there were a few rainbow moments that, oddly, appeared to be less a rainbow and more a multicolored bar. I couldn’t manage to get a photo of it fast enough, but the traditional colors of a rainbow made a brief appearance in the sky sporting the sharp, clean, rectangular edges of…a flag. Or a banner. It seemed more a statement than a wish.

I was so frustrated that I missed the shot.

Speaking the Truth – Photo: L. Weikel

An Evening Chorus

The last several nights have been deathly silent as I wrote my posts. Those moments when the rain wasn’t falling and tink, tink, tinking on the metal casing of our window air conditioner, the air was still and close. The atmosphere was super-saturated (my skin’s assessment, not a meteorologically defined status statement) and no self-respecting insect, plant, or animal wanted to exert an ounce of unnecessary energy in pursuit of movement or song.

But tonight is different. Perhaps this shift will last and the weight of fearing to embrace change will lift from our psyches. It’s up to us to give our true selves permission to sing, just as the voices of the katydids, crickets, and annual cicadas are nearly deafening this evening.

We’re being pushed to question the way we’ve been doing a lot in our lives. What beliefs do we hold onto until our fingers bleed? Where do we place our faith? How do we know what’s true? What approaches to life are we so sure about that we’re willing to build our reputations on them?

What principles do we believe in so passionately that we’re finally going to risk finding our voice and speaking out?

Conversations – Photo: L. Weikel

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Super Pink Moon – Photo: L. Weikel

Call of the Wild

Aroooo! It’s the Call of the Wild. Or is it the Hounds of the Baskervilles? You’d be forgiven if you involuntarily shuddered, felt goosebumps prickling along your arms, and sensed the hairs on the back of your neck standing at attention.

Once again, I wish you could put your finger on the photo below so you could hear the audio that accompanies this ‘live’ photo I took with my iPhone. Alas, you cannot. So you’ll just have to trust me – and trust your own imagination – when I tell you these Wolfhounds create a cacophony of howling, baying, woofing, barking, and growling each and every time we walk past their enclosed fields. Which means pretty much almost every single day.

Tonight was even more special, though. Not only did this guy (or gal, I don’t get close enough to inspect) perform some impressive full moon inspired antics as it bounced its way along the fence spanning the entire stretch of its masters’ property line, but it also got its brothers, sisters, and parents too (we surmise) riled up by extension. The unbelievably hair-raising moans and howls coming from their shelters up by the main house was preternatural – and a perfect accompaniment to the rising Super Pink Moon.

Wolfhound – Photo: L. Weikel

A Quiet Meander

After running the gauntlet of the Howlers this evening, we deliberately took our time walking home this evening. The moon was stunning. Every time we looked at her, a different perspective begged to be exclaimed over, preserved, and shared.

Most of our walk was in silence. The pull of this moon is profound.

Even now, as I write these couple of words to you this evening, I can see her brilliance lighting up the sky as I glance out the window. I sense her presence outside and above me every bit as much as I know, without seeing them in this moment, the shadows her reflected light casts all about us.

We’re All Affected

Let’s face it, we’re comprised more of water than anything else. It stands to reason that we’re profoundly influenced by the magnetic pull of this amazing satellite. I think it’s just that some of us are more aware of her subtle (and sometimes not so subtle) embrace than others.

I hope you had a chance to appreciate her beauty and presence this evening.

Imagine how surprised I was to hear even Brian Williams sign off his “11^thHour with Brian Williams” program on MSNBC tonight with an entreaty that all of us get outside and appreciate the Super Pink Moon.

What an unexpected joy to hear a news program sign off with the value of delighting in gazing at the moon. And even better? He foreshadowed the coming alignment of Jupiter, Saturn, Mars, and the moon in mid-April. Knock me over with a feather.