There's a lot of talk in the spiritual community about moon cycles and eclipse season and I wonder...do OTHER people talk about this and take salt baths and up their hydration so they don't get the Full Moon Migraine and eat root veggies to stay grounded or do they just feel weird and unhinged and think they're going crazy. Or that they're getting sick. (cough)
I used to power through things. No matter what, the show must go on and all those crappy mantras. No it doesn't. And no one cares.
This is what I have to say to myself. As a former pit boss of my own personal work camp still healing the wounds of being my own whipping post, I remind myself that no one really cares if I'm a day late or if I have to take a nap (or 5) during a full moon. The energies around us now are calling us to slow down. Unplug. Slow down further. Do less. Climb a tree. Swim in the ocean. Nap in the hammock. Sleep for all those nights that the energies kept you awake. The lioness eats when she's hungry. Not because it's lunch time.
To work with the energies you have to surrender to them. And they don't work on your human schedule.
I'm driven on some days and that's when I work. I'm inspired and get messages on other days and that's when I create. I am dull and flat on some days and that's when I paint the baseboards (I can't explain it, but it's meditative and soothing) and this week I did something that I really haven't done since I moved here. 10 years ago. I took a vacation.
In the living room.
I made no plan and had no agenda--- I was just not allowed to dig things, plant things, pour things mix things, read about herbs, make elixirs or design labels. Everyone I know was either at the beach or sitting at an airport and I know as well as you that vacations are a lot of work. And to get just a day or two for me doesn't work. If I'm going to uproot and find suitable dog sitters (or take them with me preferably) and haul it to ATL airport or drive for 10 hours I want to stay gone long enough to adjust my brain. Like a month.
do not switch hats quickly like I used to. I used to cook all day at the restaurant with the line cooks and prep and accept orders and print wine lists and then I'd go home at 5 to change and visit my dog and come right back in a new outfit and run the front of the house with the servers. I'm not sure if it's maturity that broke that habit or the fact that I worked myself into adrenal failure after a decade of that pace. Either way, I don't do that anymore.
So Tuesday I ate popcorn, listened to the new David Sedaris audiobook, napped on the day bed with the dogs, didn't talk to anyone and pretended I was out of town. It was amazing and fun and free. What took me so long?
And so yesterday when I was thinking---hey, it'll be fun to go out with that new guy or cook dinner or hang out with someone new---by 4pm I was getting that stick in the eye feeling that creeps up when you push too much when all the planets are spinning backwards and there's a full moon and lunar eclipse. Some other time, I said. And for sure, nobody cared. Some people thrive on well paced routine and predictable schedules. If that's you, carry on. But from someone who used to have a corporate job that I was literally crawl under my desk at 3pm each day to cat nap? It's not for everyone.
Let yourself off the hook. Eat when you're hungry, work out when you're full of energy, sleep when you're tired, get up and paint when you are wide awake at 3am. Your life, your rhythm.