The Defiance of the Black Moon
This is how my week started. Monday morning, I got my ass out of bed, drank some extremely sweet BCAA’s to repair all the muscles I had yet to use, and headed to the Greenway for a run. Parked in the lot, opened my door, and looked down (thank goodness), to find these…
That got me to giggling, and I spent the majority of my run crafting short stories about the origin of the panties. I almost turned them in to the park’s Lost and Found, but I figured touching them would require a tetanus shot, and I didn’t have time for all that.
Slightly amusing in that “how in the hell did she NOT realize she lost those” kinda way, but no biggie, right? Except that was the first in a week full of weird.
Take, for example, my Tuesday…
This is the view from my seat. While waiting to board a plane. That is a Southwest employee. In a Wonder Woman apron. Holding a putt putt tournament in front of my gate. Uh huh…weird.
Followed by Wednesday…
That’s the pink-haired pup that boarded my plane home. I thought, awww, that’s kind of cute, it’s almost Breast Cancer Awareness month. No, no, that’s actually red FOOD COLORING from where the owner attempted to die the dog’s head Alabama red. And yes, I belted out “Roll Tide” and earned myself a free drink (pleased as punch!)
I closed out Wednesday with what was advertised as a “Hip Hop” yoga class but what turned out to be the exact same vinyasa class I normally go to set to my gay white male instructor’s personal Nicki Minaj playlist. #notamused
Thursday was a little dull by comparison. I got eye-fucked by a guard during a routine check of my vehicle while entering base (not in a flattering way, more like a “I want you to have my babies without your consent” way), and I went to a pilates class taught by a delightful (no sarcasm here, she really was delightful) Indian lady in tie-die Spandex who does not believe in taking off her socks. She therefore spent the entire class almost face-planting on her mat mid-demo.
And yes, I realize these people and situations have some kinda way of finding me on the regular, but this week was a whole different level of weird. Fear not, though, I have figured out why!
There’s a black moon rising!
Similar to a Blue Moon, when there are two FULL moons in a single month, a Black Moon is the second NEW moon of the month and is somewhat ironic since what you really see is no moon at all. It is a rare celestial opportunity to view the night sky unencumbered by light from the moon. I’m convinced people are getting the Blue Moon and the Black Moon confused, hence all the weirdness.
The Black Moon defies her name. Occurring only once every 32 months, she comes infrequently, bringing with her creativity, clarity, and hope. Her energy comes from a place of new beginning, her darkness inherently creating an opportunity to see the stars that always lie behind the sun, but rarely can be realized.
Do I really think people are losing their minds because of the Black Moon? No. But I do think they’re aching for something light-hearted and fun. I do believe they are angry and acting out and in need of socks. I do offer up that when the world goes to shit, it makes a bit more sense to lose your panties in a parking lot and die your dog in the name of football.
The Black Moon is rising. Let’s let her darkness lead us back to the light.
