“Eclipse” is a noun, meaning “an obscuring of the light from one celestial body by the passage of another between it and the observer or between it and its source of illumination.” It is also a verb, meaning to “obscure or block out” or “deprive of significance, power, or prominence.”
As I sat outside today during the solar eclipse, a few things happened. First, there was the obvious. What should have been a typical afternoon with a bright sun shining down instead became an odd twilight. The shadows were long and moved in directions different than usual. Unfortunately, cloud cover restricted any real view of the eclipsed sun itself. However, that allowed me to focus on everything else. During those few minutes, the world shifted. Cicadas and crickets suddenly began their evening chorus. The birds changed songs and began harmonizing their melodies of dusk. Even flowers started to close in on themselves as if tucking themselves into bed. It was surreal. It was amazing.
But something else happened as well. A couple that lives across from me stepped outside to witness it. We talked beyond the off-handed greetings we share occasionally as we pass one another. We had conversation. My social media feeds were filled with photographs of an eclipsed sun and posts about the beauty of the celestial event. All the talk of hate, violence, bigotry, and politics disappeared for a short while. It, like the sun, had been eclipsed. These things still existed, but for a few moments, they were out of sight.
I’m certainly not claiming that the real problems of the world should be ignored or tucked away to be forgotten. They should be addressed and it’s imperative that we stand up for what is right. But today has shown me that human beings are capable allowing themselves to be enveloped in things other than anger, hatred, and sadness. We can see beauty. We can share beauty with one another.
So, I ask myself, “What angers, upsets, or saddens me? Is it a problem that needs to be addressed right this minute? Am I angry, upset, or sad simply because someone doesn’t agree with my particular viewpoint? Or is it an actual injustice that is harming myself or others? If not, why allow it to control my emotions?”
Whenever possible, I will choose the eclipse. Maybe if we set ourselves on the course of appreciating a book, someone else’s opinion, a song, a child’s laughter, the company of a friend, or the touch of a lover, we can all choose the eclipse. And deprive all the rest of its significance, power, or prominence.