Yes, it’s a cheezy title, but it was my daughter’s first eclipse. We went outside as the moon was nearly halfway covered (thank you Tanya for telling me!) and stood staring at the moon [note to self: next time, get RECLINING lawnchairs] and talked. It’s the first time we’ve spent any serious *alone* time together since we moved back in with my folks (in February). We cuddled under a fleece blanket. Talked about letting go of old hurt feelings as the moon disappeared, and new dreams/new hopes as the moon re-appeared. We stayed outside til the moon was totally in shadow, but then the babies decided we’d been outside enough.
It was absolutely not the ritual with incense and meditation that I (thought I) wanted, but it was still perfect.
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