I wonder what the ancients thought when they saw the moon turn a reddish hue. An object of reverence and worship for some. They gave attention to the moon every evening back then; it never escaped notice…I'm sure of it. More than 100 times over my 60 revolutions around the sun and yet I have not noticed, or turned aside to see the moon turn red.
Proof that there is movement and play between Earth, and Sun, and Moon. Being in each other's shadow reveals another dimension of wonder…the moon blushes.
The kind of awe that sits on the edge of reverential fear describes the feeling of looking up into the vastness, sensing Presence. A tiny glimpse of the One behind it all…
