Yesterday, it was a strange day, I was in a quiet mood. I’m not usually affected by the moon or her phases, I don’t go in for all of that hooey since I am not a were-insert specific animal, nor am I a nature-lover/outdoorsy/cowgirl and seriously….you get the picture….it’s just not me. I’ll tithe to nature conservation or agencies working to remedy the climate change shit going on. Oh stop, if you say one word about it being fake or whatnot, I seriously will add you to my D.U.M.E. altar…not kidding.
Anyway, what the fuck was I saying, oh that’s right, so I’ll donate because let’s face it, you have to be a fucking muck-souled cock-twat if you don’t give a fuck about The Mother….
But I’m just not one of those gals. I mean, my idea of nature is reclining beside a chlorinated pool, soaking up the rays, goddamn, goddamn….that sounds good.
But maybe, just maybe, even though I am not often ruled by La Luna, it is not to say that I have not been moved by her on occasion, so we will blame her…the ultimate drama queen, the mirror to the Sun. Fuck yeah, it is her fault that I was in that mood, but it was weird, it was wicked and dark and thick like tar but buzzing beneath my skin and I wasn’t angry per se, but I was fed up maybe? I’m not sure…but it was so..strangely..satisfying.
We are mirrors aren’t we? Think of all of the adages, dichos, sayings about who we are and who we spend time with, who we love and who we hate….we are mirrors of each other, to each other, reflecting constantly, because in the end, beneath it all, no matter what hero says he might not be…we are the same, you and I, reflected in the ways we’ve loved and lived, hated and held up, all of the decor is different, individual, but underneath that, underneath that individuality…is our humanity. It is a constant reminder not of our differences, but our sameness, our similarities, that which we reflect, as instruction, reminder, judgment and discipline, vengeance and comfort for each other.
What are you reflecting? What do you see in your own reflection?