Last night, I stepped outside and froze for a moment. There it was! Blood Moon, glowing deep red, hanging low in the sky like a silent, watchful guardian. I grabbed my camera, but honestly, I barely noticed it at first. I was just… staring, letting the color sink in, feeling it settle into something bigger than myself.
There’s something about a Blood Moon that feels almost alive. I’ve read the science behind it, a total lunar eclipse, the Earth’s shadow, the way sunlight bends and scatters to cast that reddish glow, but knowing the reason didn’t lessen the magic. It felt like the moon was speaking in a language I didn’t know but somehow understood.
Throughout history, Blood Moons have carried meaning far beyond their scientific explanation! Some see them as omens or warnings, moments when the universe nudges us to pay attention. Others call them times for transformation, for letting go of what no longer serves us and inviting new energy. Today, many meditate, journal, or simply watch the sky, feeling a connection to cycles older than humanity itself. I didn’t perform any rituals last night. I just watched and felt connected to every story, every superstition, every human who ever looked up and felt small, humbled, and amazed.
I snapped photos, but they felt like tiny fragments of something much larger. The Moon deepened in color slowly, almost like it was breathing. Each photo became a meditation, a reminder of the fleeting, profound beauty of this universe we live in.
Standing there under the Blood Moon, I realized it’s more than a rare astronomical event. It’s a pause. A reminder of cycles of nature, of time, of life. A chance to reflect, to feel, and to witness something greater than ourselves.
As I share my photos here, I hope a little of that feeling reaches you. The Blood Moon isn’t just in the sky. It’s a moment we can carry inside us, if we let ourselves stop, look up, and truly see. 🫶
Just Joana 