The moon the last two nights has been outrageous. Insane. Spectacular. Inspiring. It’s been referred to as the super blue blood moon and we won’t see it in this state for at least another 50 years- at which time I’m reasonably sure I’ll be six feet underground and unable to appreciate it again.
A super blue blood moon is the combination of a total lunar eclipse alongside a blue moon (the second of two full moons in a single calendar month) a blood moon (when particles in the atmosphere make the moon appear reddish in nature), and a super moon (where the perigee, or closest point in the moon’s orbit to the earth, makes the moon appear unusually large). That’s a freakin trifecta of spiritual convergence right there.
And it follows a long period of tragic convergence in my life. The meaning is not lost on me. I couldn’t let this one slide past without some serious introspection going on.