Galactic Junk and Catstronauts

One year ANNIVERSARY today!
This blog started one year ago. I will be re-posting some of my favorite stories and poems – from time to time – as some of you may not have read them when first posted.
The photo was taken on the set of one of my films in film school. Argus meets a martian and visits his space wok.

So here goes – posted Sept. 16, 2016
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Eclipse

I live in the last place on North America where the totality of the eclipse will overshadow, and darkness will cover this land for a moment.  My understanding is that the time of darkening, darkness, and relighting will be about 3 hours.

With safety glasses in hand, we’re hoping that the skies will be clear – though storms are predicted. Eyes will be covered but hearts will be exposed. With all the “science” abounding about a total eclipse, my spirit is compelled to dwell upon the day my savior died.  Creation bows to its Creator. Praise be to God.

45 From noon until three in the afternoon darkness came over all the land. 46 About three in the afternoon Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eli, Eli,[a] lema sabachthani?” (which means “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”).  Matthew 27:45-46

 

When Light fades

And darkness reigns

The briefest of time will pass

For as Light rises

Darkness is overcome

With a glimpse

of a tiny ray

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Long Ride Home

Neither the grey sky nor the steady rain could dampen Rene’s thoughts any more than they already were. The train would be leaving soon. Coming home wasn’t what she expected. Nothing remained of what once had been. She knew things would have changed but she wasn’t ready for what she found.  Dementia comes on slowly; but for Rene and her mom, it had been a lifetime.

I wish I could tell you that I had known Rene and her family for a long time, but I cannot. We met on the long train ride home after a trip.  We shared a compartment, just the two of us. Rene needed to talk. I was willing to listen. By the end of the journey, I knew all about her childhood, her brothers and sisters, her drunken father, and her dementia laden mom.

We shared space for a time…and time forever. Rene and I never kept in touch, perhaps she was embarrassed for exposing so much of herself to a stranger; or maybe I was needed only for that moment in her life. I’ll never know nor does it matter. I will always recall the telling and the feelings it evoked within me, especially now, on my journey home.