If you stand in a field and look up, far from the lights of the city streets, there are a billion stars and a single great orb that appears to radiate a clear, white light. If you breathe in the silence, you begin to get some intimation of what our ancestors must have felt as they too looked up. The moon must have occupied their attention, especially when it appeared as large and bright in the sky as it did tonight.
We cannot know what they thought, but to watch the shadow cross its face, like the blinking of some great eye, can only have been both awe-inspiring and terrifying. To see it darken to the colour of blood, can only have been seen as a portent of great events. Yet I wonder if they, who knew the cycles of life and death and who would have early made the link between the rhythm of the moon and the mysterious cycle of womankind, would have seen the blood moon as a fearful thing… a harbinger of misfortune… or whether they might have seen it as the gift of the goddess and a blessing, rather than the curse we imagine. We will never know.