My husband and I got up early and raced outside to try to see the Blue Moon Lunar Eclipse at the ‘optimal time’ here in Maine (6:45 am)–since it only occurs once every hundred years or so, we didn’t want to miss it.
And it was up there…behind the trees.
So we jumped in the car and headed to the ocean (because, let’s face it, everything is always best viewed from the perspective of the ocean) and you know, with a big, honkin’ cup of coffee.
My iPhone camera left something to be desired, but the moon did not.
It was amazing.
Afterward, the song 100 Years was playing over and over in my mind. This is a song that I associate with my paternal grandmother, Mary. And then, just like that, I suddenly realized that she was with me.
Because of course, our loved ones who have crossed over are always with us.
Sometimes we just feel their presence more strongly than others.