Two images. One waiting. One the arrival.

As I waited for and then sat and watched the eclipse, Rumi’s story of Joseph and his best friend danced in my head as my heart tried to say ‘thank you’ for the gifts. Joseph asks his friend what gift he has brought him. The friend responds to Joseph that any gift would be like carrying gold down into the mine. “You even have my love and my soul, so I cannot bring those. I have brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.”

Dear Sweet Hands of Life… “I have brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.” When one dances with the sun and moon there is always an eclipse.

G’night sweet moon. May your veils drop upon this earth like prayer shawls of Love and compassion.