This morning was a beautiful Beaver Blood Moon. It made for an absoloutey gorgeous sight that I’m incredibly pleased to have gotten up and out to see. The night before I was talking to my partner. As I scrambled to get the kids warm clothes in case they wanted to join me, grabbed some outdoor chairs so we could sit and watch it, prep the coffee maker for warm morning drinks, and even pulled out my star gazing app to track the location of the moon to make sure we’d be able to see it from the hosue, my partner turned to me and said, “Wow! I don’t think you ever get this organized for anything.”
And she’s right. I’m not at all a planning or organizing person when it comes to my personal life. I tend to do things very much by the seat of my pants and in the moment. Which means I miss out on a ton of things because I don’t realize they are happening until it’s too late. It also means I get lucky sometimes, like on our honeymoon when we decided to visit the Vatican and the Pope, decided he’d come out and do a blessing. An interesting experience even for an atheist like me (and when I told my grandma about it, I’m pretty sure it made me her favourite for a while).
But there was something about seeing the alert for the eclipse that got me really excited and made me want to plan this little morning outing for the family, should they decide to wake up before the sun did. And I’m really pleased I was able to make it happen. My daughter and my partner even ended up joining me, which made the experience that much better.
I wasn’t sure what the purpose of this post was going to be. There was a the typical of thoughts of, what did I learn about organization and structure from this event. Thoughts of, could I turn this into a cringey twitter thread crossed my mind as well. But at the end of the day I just wanted to talk about the eclipse because it was awesome and I needed an excuse/kick-in-the-ass to start writing again.
Thanks for staying with me on my sine wave writing habit. Now enjoy some grainy Samsung S22 Galaxy moon pictures.