New Moon. New Decade. New Season. New Glow.
Early this morning I witnessed something beautiful — the Blood Moon eclipse.
Total lunar eclipses only happen a few times each year somewhere on Earth, and to witness one where you are feels like a quiet, sacred gift.
A blood moon happens when the Earth moves between the sun and the moon. The moon moves into Earth’s shadow and, instead of disappearing, it turns red. Then it returns to full light.
It is beautiful.
It symbolizes going through shadow but not being destroyed. It is transformation. It speaks of releasing old seasons. It emerges different, not diminished. Darkness is temporary. The light will come.
The moon doesn’t fight the shadow.
It passes through it.
And it returns.
Most of all, these wonders are another reminder of the vastness of God’s creation.
“I look at your heavens, which you made with your fingers. I see the moon and stars, which you created.”
— Psalm 8:3
I recently entered a new decade — sixty.
I entered this year differently. I wanted to be in the presence of sea, sand, sun, and sacredness. I honored that by watching the sunrise over the ocean from my balcony and pausing each evening to watch the sunset.
I decided that my birthday was not the destination, but the beginning of a celebration that will last all year.
New Moon.
New Decade.
New Season.
New Glow.
It feels like a full orbit. I have moved through seasons, experiencing eclipses along the way. Sixty feels like a transition — a deepening of light shaped by all that life has held.
The red glow of the moon is not a sign of ending. It is the atmosphere interacting with light. Scientifically, the red color appears because Earth’s atmosphere bends and filters the sunlight, allowing the red wavelengths to reach the moon.
At 60, my light interacts with wisdom, history, scars, survival, and faith.
That glow?
That’s earned radiance.
The moon doesn’t say, “Oh no, I’ve been around too long.”
It keeps orbiting.
It keeps shining.
It keeps showing up.
And so do I.
And so do you.
Because entering a new season of life is not about fading — it is about glowing differently.
We are luminous.
“At 60, I am glowing differently.”
I watched the blood moon pass through shadow and return to light, and I realized — I am entering.
Click the link and view the time lapse view of the blood moon.