The SUPERMOON is rising. This morning, I awoke to an
Instagram feed chock-full of shots of the SUPERMOON (everybody was at the
beach, apparently?). I hear this SUPERMOON has the potential to cause its
admirers to be SUPERMOODY.
The full moon rising is the rare time when the astrology
nuts are permitted to climb out from behind their star charts, and say, “I TOLD
YOU SO, FUCKERS!” It becomes hard to deny the supermood when you’ve gotten
misty-eyed from nine out of the last 10 commercials and only one of them is a
“Folgers” ad, (since when did insurance become so…moving?).
So what does this mean for those of us who are left howling
at the moon?
Can we combat the SUPERMOOD?
Or does it just run its course?
The answer: a little bit of both. Because of the
astrological climate at the present moment, this may be a time when you are
feeling particularly UNbalanced; you can’t keep your head above water at work,
the person at the next table is just TALKING TOO LOUD, and that damn Folger’s
commercial keeps running between episodes of The Mindy Project (tissues are
running low, people). Blame it on the Supermoon, and do something that helps
you find balance. [Warning: yoga analogy ahead.] When you fall out of tree pose
in class, you don’t just melt to the ground – you reset.
Balance can seem scary because we often think of it as an
end point after which everything will remain balanced, which couldn’t be
farther from the truth. Balance is not about maintaining a continual flow, in
fact, there is no such thing as continual balance. Balance is only achieved in
moments, and is a process of changing, readjusting, shifting, and realigning.
So when the supermood hits, let’s reset.
Wallow, if you need to. Scream into a pillow. These are
emotions that are rising up (with the moon) for a reason, and to experience
them, and allow yourself to feel them is to free yourself from their binds. Just
be sure remain kind to loved ones in the process, the Supermood can be
ruthless. Kisses can combat the crazy.
I reset by sitting down with my coffee, gaze on the water
beyond the window, and writing this. Here are some other ideas on how to reset*:
Find a quiet spot, and write in a journal for ten minutes.
Close your eyes, and take a deep breath.
Blast Sia’s Chandelier
in your bedroom, and perform
associated interpretive dance in your jammies. (YOU KNOW YOU DID TOO)
Stretch really big, and sigh really loud.
Go for a walk, run, or hike.
Pet your pup.
*list is not comprehensive. for more ideas, use your noodle.
How will you reset when the supermood strikes?
