Photo by Shandi Peterson
I woke at 2 am, remembered the eclipse and saw the first bite was already taken (from top, left). I had a perfect view from my bed, with much of the landscape of the moon visible. I dozed for a while then watched the earth’s shadow slowly spread across the surface and the earth darken. At one point it was like the yin yang symbol of perfect balance. Then a red light flickers round the dark orb and the globe does turn a dried blood shade. This goes on for about an hour. By now I am standing at the window singing the moon song Dawn and Lorraine taught. Clouds have gathered so the view is less sharp but the moon is still fully visible. She is a potent, magical sight. I have never seen this before in my life and never will again. I feel the perfect view is my reward for all the moon ceremonies and the decades of worship of the Moon Goddess by her many names. It was so beautiful to see the dark globe cradled in a very thin perimeter of light. The return of the light seemed very, very slow with a long, thin crescent appearing round the bottom. The surface is now a smoky, rusty colour. I watch until I can stay awake no longer.