On Moonbeams I Sit and Ponder…

Humpf.

Spoiled again on Day Two of my lemony adventures, but since I’d prefer to keep my personal ranting to a minimum on this blog, I’ll be taking it up here in much juicier detail on my new lemonade cleanse blog. If you’re doing the cleanse, I’ll give you your own page to post and share your experiences with others.

The call with Peter Glickman was more than inspiring. I really want to give the Master Cleanse a chance and will explain more about what’s not working for me on my lemony blog.

In some ways, it’s not a surprise I flunked again.

The other night I looked up through my kitchen window and the full moon was tugging on my molecules like CRAZY! She was just sitting there looking at be and bright as can be. This morning I woke up to discover her pull had done its job.

My “moon cycle” arrived to remind me of my youth and “creative ability”.

I mean, just think about what the moon does to oceans, as if it wouldn’t affect little ol’ 5′ 7″ me.

Ha!

I don’t know why, but since diving into my raw adventures, EVERY, EVERY, EVERY moon cycle is preceded by an evening of insatiable, compulsive, over-indulgent FAT consumption. It’s like the gas needed to start the engine.

My cycles are very normal. The only way I have to predict that it’s coming is this fat binge, but I rarely figure it out until the next morning when I realize… DOH! She got me again! I call it a moon cycle… because I want to. And while I get all the physiology, my cycle is unquestionably linked to the cycles of the moon and the emotional state of my closest girlfriends.

In fact, my research in university was on primates, and I did an extensive independent study on menstrual cycle synchronization in human and non-human primates. Fascinating stuff, “la lune”.

I have no excuse for this self-indulgent rant, other than some hormonally induced, astrologically inspired, detoxification of thought. Maybe that’s what it’ll take before I finally make this lemony adventure take its hold on me.

Anyway, you, too, are under the gravitational pull of Madame Moon, and if you still your body and thoughts enough, you might just feel it sometimes. Like the tides of an ocean, the cycles and rhythms of life move within us…right down to our breath and the very heart that beats within our chests.

It moves through all of us, so remember that when you hold bitterness, resentment or hostility toward someone.
As divided as we may seem sometimes, we all look up at night to the same moon in our sky. We’re all susceptible to her charms, her pull.

Next time you peek at her, know I’ve tucked away a few raspberry kisses and parsley hugs up there for you, so be sure to take them the next time you need a boost.

With that, I’m off for more exciting homeschooling adventures. Today we map earth’s time line along the hallway corridor and learn about mammals.

Loving thoughts on moon beams wherever you are in the world,

xox

Tera