The Super Flower Blood Moon

Can’t believe I stayed up, looking out of my window, stepping outside sometimes, snapping photos for a whole four and plus hours, observing the great phenomenon that is an eclipse but I did. I spent all those hours camera and cell phone for videos in tow, going up and down the stairs, checking often for the latest change and how far the earth had moved.

In between, something espiritual happened. Creatures came by to pay their respects, frogs, insects, birds, one specific flying landing this close, staying long enough I was able to snap a picture or few, I have never seen it in my life and will have to do a little digging to learn more about it; traffic in and out the neighborhood; music playing in the middle of the night loud enough I could hear; neighbors calmly walking by, returning from their late jobs or an outing with their friends…. life otherwise going, on an evening when many were already sleeping, reading for the week.

There is something always gratifying, exhilarating, fun about witnessing a natural phenomenon. I just get a kick when I see mother nature in action. It brings me joy!

Sunday Brunch

One thing I understand about life, it can change, transform, end in an instance; like here today and gone, done, left tomorrow, hang on a chandelier, under a bus, a foot of a moving train, fly the distance like the Arctic Tern, landing on a tarmac of a runway plane kinda like it. Sometimes of our own accord, others by the graces of the Almighty and often times to no fault of our own. Things just happen and often as in many cases, we are not the drivers or on the seat, have no control of the vehicle but left to lean on the passenger seat and observe the mechanics unfolding in dismay.

Understand however, the destination has already been written, pre ordained, inscribed on the carousel of notebooks, the thrill of pandemic ecstacy, tearjerker of authentic recipes to live by. So, no point on locking horns but let be, sit on a corner, eat an avocado soup for the ages to cure and cool our worrisome souls.

It is life after all and it is left to us, individuals, to know how to navigate it, without pride, prejudice or arrogance, while maintaining perspective of what mattered, character, values and morals, who we are and/but be the best version of ourselves.

The Passanger On The First Seat!

I saw zen in a corner, waved at it and it answered me. Woke up one morning, teeth grinning all the way to Neptune, smile ready with its own parking space and flag, hair style screaming Doolly Parton, hollering I am here. Dressed to the nines, spirit running through the beautiful leaf-peeping red, yellow and orange pigments autumn canvas that is self, I hit the street. Radiant aroma reading bouquet of roses permeated the air. Mood, a tale for the ages moment written in stone living in a mansion, switched flags at the track. Flashlights of wisdom, makeshift of charisma and puree of dotted blunders thrown in a basket delivered to the massive carved wooden door, loving every butterfly that graced the air that I breathe. Grateful for the open field and luggage of yesterday, an accidental passanger, I hopped on the moving train, taking the first seat, on the right hand side, enjoying the ride on the caravan of possibilities that is tomorrow.

And quietly I sit…

© Angela Aguiar