Lughnasa Lughnasa Moon
Had some time over the last couple of weeks where my feelings began to spiral down, that heaviness began to creep into my bones and pointlessness was on the rise. That’s turned around. Could be a chemical bath, new or more neuro-transmitters sloshing in the cranial cavity. Could be diving back into the garden, the Latin, the packing. Could be a bad moon setting.
My energy level has begun to return, too. Might be because of the red meat I haven’t eaten-a mostly ban. Might be because I’ve cut back on dairy. A not as much commitment. Might be halo effect from making those decisions. Who knows? I am, right now any way, in a time when habit changes come more easily, with less undermining from the id or whatever drives me to the bagel late at night.
The older I get the more I believe these changes have a strong chemical component, a driver based not in our past or in our stars, but in our glands. Somehow the internal tides ebb and flow, bathing us in mood altering chemicals of our own creation. Can we influence them, counter them? Yes. Can we eliminate them and enter the happy pink cotton candy land that seems just over the hill of the self-help section? Absolutely not. Life is not easy. Has not not been easy. Will not be easy. But it can be fun, gratifying, exciting and fulfilling.
