“Fly me to the moon

Let me play among the stars

Let me see what spring is like on

A-Jupiter and Mars

In other words, hold my hand

In other words, baby, kiss me” Frank Sinatra

Life and love and mother earth, such wonder and mystery.

Millions of people are gathering to see the magic of the eclipse. A lifetime event that has people traveling and coming together to witness a moment when all goes dark. This particular eclipse brought terror to those many, many, moons ago, who did not understand the momentary darkness of the world as they knew it. Perhaps they were trembling thinking it was the beginning of the end?

Now with great scientific understanding we can enjoy what is happening to our solar system.

My girlfriend and her neighbors are sitting in the middle of a field in Eugene Oregon. They have a front row seat to view this magical moment. Homemade food to nibble on will be a part of their gathering. Life in the country for them is full of family and friends. I am sitting by the coast in blessed fog. I love the fog because it keeps the summer cool, but fog or not I am not in line with this spectacular event.

Then a much welcomed phone call came “Run outside, put your sunglasses on you can see part of the eclipse”. I did as the fog kindly obeyed and parted for me to witness what looked like the sun shaped like a crescent moon. It was very quick and very cool.

My girlfriend in Oregon reported back to me that is was surprising how cold they were when the sun was fully covered by the moon.

Observing how big the planet is and how small I am. Understanding I am just but one observer it is a reflective moment. Helping me to think outside of myself towards a more global attitude. I am so small and the world so large, am I helpless or safe? Can I make a difference or will I just be forever inconsequential, a passenger an observer?

Does it take a global event for us to think about the mysteries of the universe and beyond? Is it that day to day we forget to stop and smell the roses? Do we have to be shaken-up to waken-up?

Perhaps all the lucky ones watching the moon can be reminded how small we are. How vast the world is around us…Many people, with many hearts, and many thoughts. Global compassion for one another. We are but just one. Our earth around us if nothing else is spectacular!

If we have no control over the sun and the moon perhaps we can make an impact by honoring the world that we are in. The world that we put our feet on. The world that is around us today.

Encouraging those to wake up and be grateful in the moment to see the beauty and treat it as a precious love one.

I love you all, to the moon and back.

My Mantra: “I am blessed to witness the beauty of the universe”.



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Katie L Lindley

Although I would like to say I am organized, focused and cookie-cutter, that simply would not be me. I am no different than any other woman in the world. I love to love, love hard, and, in the end, have learned to love myself above all else. So here I am, writing about the many men and the multiple purposes they have served in my life. Realizing that not one man on my roster had fulfilled every single one of my needs. Perhaps one man is not supposed to? I have compiled snippets of the men that have entered my world. In the end, they have shoved me towards my bathroom mirror, forcing me to take a better look at myself. Reflection is brilliant and the strongest guidepost into ourselves.

Working on the next book in the series “A House for Every Purpose, My Journey From Pillow to Pillow” revels a woman abandoning her home in search or her identity beyond men, motherhood, author.

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