I know Monday night’s lunar eclipse is anxiously anticipated. The dance of the eclipse has often been my metaphor for hope’s breath. But sometimes, you know, the long awaited spectacular, mapped and marked on calendars, overshadows the everyday spectacular displays. In a way, a lot like Christmas. We wait all year for the season to be giving, generous, spirited and surprised by gifts. As amazing as the lunar eclipse will be, I cannot deny the wonder and awe to see clouds caressing, perhaps even teasing the moon. Simple perfection as she is.