October 6, 2017 -
The moon passed before the sun August 21, 2017.
Bogey, my faithful canine companion, and I were
part of the Carol Woods Retirement Community
gathered to watch with special spectacles and
homemade apparatus and to be photographed under
the tall pines.
Beyond the pond where the blue heron fishes,
hot and sweaty, tired of standing, Bogey and I came
back to the space we call “home” to await the rest of
the movement of the moon across the sun.
As I sat facing the window and glass door with a
sandwich, birds flew across my view and as
though an unseen presence were there, for a
brief moment movement in the fuchsia ever
blooming azalea outside the door.
Then beyond the thick stand of tall pine trunks,
bushes on the far side fluttered, rustled it seemed
by an unseen hand and for me, as I sat watching
it was a sacred moment of silent awe.
Written by Carol Woods Resident Sybil S.