I Blame the Moon.

I happened to catch her on the way out the door to work.  She lit up my street, making herself impossible to ignore.  So I took a terribly rushed picture of her: Bella Luna.  Pretty and dangerous actually.  The Hunter’s Moon or, in the Zodiac, The Taurus Moon has a pretty bad reputation.  I have certainly been feeling its impact, as have many I interact with… at least that is the story that is most pleasing to me.  And before you dismiss this as ridic, why wouldn’t we feel the impact of lunar cycles?  Actually–it’s ridic to think that the pull of the moon has no impact on the human animal, unlike the rest of the animal kingdom, the tide, gravity.  But before I begin to wax (or wane) poetic, I’ll just give you a moon playlist I created whilst questioning, “what the heck is wrong with me right now?”  Various moon-y songs and songs that revere the majesty of all which we surrender to, sometimes unknowingly or ungratefully: our nature.

Goodnight, Moon.