One Floret
We often watch the late night news on channel 7, ABC television. It is by and large a ritual, – the final shared experience of the evening before turning in. The broadcast meteorologist took note of the cloud cover that momentarily obscured last night’s eclipse from view.
The eclipse of the moon is not something that happens often. The moon is darkened for a few minutes as the shadow of the earth progressively interferes with the illumination of the moon by our sun. The darkness marches across the moon, not unlike the progression of a pandemic, or the propagation of a tsunami wave invading a shoreline, or the transformation of a 
fetus in the womb.
Do you not have a sensation of wonder when witnessing such an event of nature, a power immune to human control? I do. Such happenings, enormous, planetary in scale, do not come to notice everyday. And then it does. A reminder that all manner of things move all of the time, that change is the rule-of-thumb.
Fortune smiled, I was in luck as I stepped out in the yard, the moon seemed to be 45 degrees above me and I could see the reddish tint, a sign of a blood moon, the eclipse… Doing my best to hold the camera 
still I came away with these photos. Hard evidence that our earth home is careening around the sun, that our moon as well, careens around the planet on which we all build our houses, towns, and Starbucks meeting places.
I could not resist concluding with an image of the tiny 
blossoms composing a single Queen Anne’s Lace blossom. Like a single floret in a planetary system, a fragment of an immensely scaled-up galaxy, – you my friend are important, relevant.
At this very moment your life is one-of-a-kind, irreplaceable.
And every thing matters.
