Mooning

 

So how can we – one small part of all living things on earth - imagine we exist above all other life? We go along making plans, living according to our schedule, believing we have some control. To some extent we have. But in reality the atmosphere above us and the ground beneath our feet move at the pace and speed of time and physics.

Heat, or lack of it, moves across the Pacific Ocean and affects the weather on the west coast of the USA. Major earthquakes occur from six miles to one hundred miles deep somewhere on the thin crust of our planet every day. Five quakes measuring over 5.1 on the Richter scale shook the earth on September 24. Off the coast of Colima, Mexico, a 6.2 a quake was measured at 10 meters deep. On the same day major quakes occurred in Afghanistan, on south Island of New Zealand, in southern Atlantic ridge, and in the Solomon Islands. A total of thirty were measurably noted around the world on that same day. Twenty have already been measured for September 25th.

Usually I do not think about this living earth affecting me but I become particularly lethargic when the moon is in its waning phase. My schedule is well established so I go about regular tasks. If I had no plans for each day I would find it easy to lay in bed, or sit at the TV, or just plain eat myself into self disgust. As it is I try foods that ordinarily energize me – but to no avail. I plug along. I go through a schedule well set from day to day and get jobs done. I do not go into each one with the bright outlook as is my habit otherwise.

So am I the only one moon struck? Or are there others who notice changes? Is that the reason for the morning cup of coffee? Usually one cup does the deed. Or the first cigarette? I watched others who did their jobs, and did them well, as I believe I did mine, and thought the various levels of enthusiasm related to their personalities. But maybe not.

We are an intricate part of the earth - animals that have to be reminded that we live in relation, if not effected, to the earth and the moon.

Naomi Sherer

 

 


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