the long shadow

the day has been slow and hot, humid in the way that summer's are meant to be.

meant to be. but there are very few "actuals" that parallel the "meant-to-be" in the weather any more.

with anything really.

and i'm alright with that.

because the actual that i do experience is a good, kind, challenging, ugly, beautiful, real, magical place for me.

and i can stand the dance.

and i like the music they play here too!

~

i had lunch in a beautiful restaurant with my oldest boy today.

how magic is that?!

we told each other stories and understandings.

we played with ideas, deconstructed them, saw the way we compliment each other

in our convergent divergence.

outside, the wind started to whip around in the way that winds whip

when they're telling the beginning of a story.

and the story they were telling has yet to be told in full, but i hear (and feel) it involves a storm.

i love storms!

so here it is. the night before i begin my next rotation around the sun.

the skies to the north are a bruised purplish-blue.

to the west they are gathering for one of their way-up-there-club meetings.

to the south there's a blissfull hazy unknowing soon to be punctuated by the neon pink-blue flashes that are dancing even as i write.

to the west it's as clear as glass.

~

the moon is coming to its fullness.

~

an eclipse is gradually emerging.

~

little pieces of convergence and synchronicity - a dance with grace - are braiding themselves inexorably around this emergence that i can feel - palpably feel in myself.

~

my daughter says "dad, i took pictures while you were out at lunch. look at this."

"i love the long shadow. can you see it dad?"

"ohhh i can see it my sweet."

"it's almost as beautiful as the dragonfly."

~

i'm so thankful she can see both.