How better to celebrate a mini-vacation than with friends, a bottle or two of champagne, a condo on Grand Lake, and a total eclipse of the moon.
The sunset over water comforts my soul. I can forget whatever ails me, the worries, the world, and I feel connected to the grace that God has given each of us. Even when I'm not near the water's edge, my heart wonders there. I never grew up near the ocean, but the call from those many Monday's on Grand Lake remains a dynamic connection to this earth for me.
|Leah Jackson, Doyle Argo, Letty and Jack Watt|
moment of the eclipse. No, this is not my first eclipse, but it is the only one I've ever watched beginning to end.
The fun continued when we returned to our condo on hole #1 at Shangri-la. The eclipse had begun, so we grabbed two beach towels, two bottles of champagne, classy plastic cups, and headed out to watch the moon disappear. The moment we placed our towels on the golf course, the laughter began. It seems as though the sprinklers had just cooled off the grasses, but the water didn't dampen our spirits only our clothes. We did calculate that the sprinklers had passed, and that we would be safe, but we didn't take into consideration the passing of time and the delights of champagne. Fascination with nature allowed the four of us to travel in and out of conversation, but quiet was often the essence of the evening as we each silently slipped away into our own imaginative places, gazing at the lunar eclipse.
If I were a photographer instead of a storyteller I'd show you the beauty of the moon, but alas, I can only relate how dark it became on that golf course. With a couple bottles of bubbly drink we laughed at ourselves, and told childhood stories, and stole a few kisses. All the time the sprinklers continued to make their rounds.
The moon had nearly come out of the shadow when I heard a familiar sound and click. Three of us leaped to our feet, leaving Doyle sitting on prime property for a midnight shower. The giggles over took as we fumbled to gather our towels and empty bottles giving time for Doyle to stand and glare at our lack of sympathy. Thanks to cell phones and flash lights we were able to run from the water.
But for that moment, as we ran and giggled our way avoiding the sprinklers instead of running through them butt naked, we felt like those wild teenagers we once knew, who used to sit down at the water's edge, drinking Purple Passions, and making memories, or was that making love?
I hope each of you found the time to enjoy this rare supermoon moment.
Images of the lunar eclipse around the world