As the darkness started coming, I wept.
It didn’t fall from the sky like twilight.
It came for me—rushing in, low and fast,
a wall of shadow sweeping across the land.
Not from above, but from the horizon—
like a tide turning, like night galloping on wind.
From east to west, or maybe the other way—
I couldn’t tell anymore.
Direction lost meaning
when the light itself began to flee.
It was not what I expected.
It was not gentle.
It was holy.
And as the sun disappeared,
the veil thinned.
For a breathless moment,
the world stood between worlds.
Time unraveled.
The stars returned in midday.
And something ancient brushed against my skin—
a whisper older than words,
a presence too vast to name.
I stood in a graveyard,
at a crossroads,
in the shadow of the moon.
And I knew—I was not alone.
She was there.
Hekate, keeper of the threshold.
Torchbearer of the in-between.
She did not speak, but I felt her watching,
guiding,
guarding the moment
as it passed through me.
It ended,
but I am not the same.
Curious about the moment that inspired this piece? You can read my reflection on the experience here: Reflections from the Solar Eclipse.
For as long as I can remember, I always wanted to be a Grandma. I was fortunate to have two wonderful grandmothers while I was growing up and I have many happy memories of each of them. Today, I live in a “Grandmother’s House” where my husband and I enjoy lots of time with our family. In addition to my role as Grandma to nine grandchildren, I am a daughter, a wife, a mother of three grown children, a sister, an aunt, a friend, a writer, an artist … and a witch.
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