Inspiration from the Super Blood Wolf Moon’s Eclipse

Now you have my curiosity all stirred up. What did you find?” said Glenda to Aimee.

Chapter 27, Eye of the Magpie

Sunday night’s event really excited me. I was compelled to step out on my back porch every ten or fifteen minutes to peer up at the moon just to see what it looked like now.

It was like being a kid again, think about it. As babies we got excited looking at the blades of grass just beyond our blanket and we had achieved the ultimate if we could just wiggle our way off the blanket and grab a fistful of the stuff. Then we progressed to walking and think of the glow we got from pulling out all the pots and pans from the bottom cupboards or digging our little hands into a potted plant and tasting it! Eventually the thrill was a new playground with a different slide or merry-go-round. Then before we knew it we were grown and while excited at the prospects, once we were old enough to actually drive and go on trips by ourselves, we began to experience an ennui, a boredom in watching the scenery fly by. More trees or more prairies or GASP! more mountains. Are we there yet? It’s like the storage pot of our visual stimulation has been saturated and NOTHING can possibly be exciting again.

Ergo my joy at being tickled by the changing view of the moon.

Luckily, it was a warm night in Edmonton, while eastern Canada was freezing we were enjoying temperatures hovering just below the zero mark, making winter more than tolerable. (A bit of a twist there from the ordinary.)

I went to bed with an insight about winter: we plan winter projects to keep us busy, a chair to recover, a room to paint, a novel to finish. Yet, if you are like me, we procrastinate all winter long. Why? I think part of it is the light. It is damn hard to get up in the morning to the dark and then the day ends early, so, oh, I’m done working on this, look at how dark it is, what’s for supper? And the other part is the cold. I wanna stay under the covers, snuggled nice and cosy and warm. I don’t wanna go outside. We become recluse, sluggish and turn into under-achievers.

Compare that to a summer morning. The sun is bright in the beautiful blue sky, the aspen whisper “come out, come out,” with every breeze, the flowers smell sumptuous. The outdoors beckons to us. We wake up invigorated. We jump out of bed and are occupied until we plunk back down into it. There’s errands and gardening and house things to keep us busy and visiting and going for picnics and hikes and festivals and all kinds of outdoor things to do. We’re no longer held hostage by our couches and Netflix, who has time for that! and suddenly any deadlines we have are met, even surpassed.

Don’t get me wrong, we still socialize in the winter and wander out into the cold. This past weekend we had a get-together with friends and went for a hike Sunday afternoon out and around Lake Chickakoo. However, most nights we’re ready for bed by nine-thirty. Compare that with summer, we’re still out and about at nine-thirty at night, why, it’s not even dark yet!

So, yes, I admit I have been lazy of late. It is time to crack the whip and get going. My goal is to have my second novel completed to the first draft stage by May. The countdown starts now. Winter be damned. Thank you, Moon.

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