“Sometimes I think of the sun and moon as lovers who rarely meet, always chase and almost always miss one another. But once in a while they do catch up, and they kiss, and the world stares in awe of their eclipse…”
I always think of the sun and moon as lovers, her grace and his fire drawn into a perpetual dance though the heavens. Both potent and powerful and whole on their own but neither fully realised without the counterpoint of the other.
So soon now they will align in syzygy with our earth for three and a half long hazy minutes, bathing those in daylight in a gauzy indigo glow and stopping time as they kiss. The Ancients decreed that the ripple effect of an eclipse through our lives was a year for every minute the sun was shadowed by his lady love, only his crown rippling around her dark face.
In less than a day our world tips, the feminine overshadowing an overblown patriarchy desperately in need of good graces. Our world has been plunged into this battle between the forces of dark and light, the archaic and the innovative, as our collective evolution is strained and stunted by those who refuse to embrace their opposites. Soon, so very soon now, we all have an opportunity to embrace our inherent duality, to marry our dark to our light, to shift our world on its axis.
The stage is set. The players have all arrived to the lion’s gilded mansion and have been ushered through to the grand ballroom. The orchestra has finished its discordant tuning. They lift their instruments and faces as one, as the grand conductor raises arms and stills the room. Lady Luna, ethereal and so beautiful in her gown of dark stars. Her Sun King resplendent in his flaming suit, his passion roaring and leaping her way. On opposite sides and in perfect unison, they turn to face each other as lovers do. They smile and lock eyes as they slowly step towards one another, the room and the world catching their breath. The orchestra begins to play.
© Kerrie Basha, 2017