All day today I felt a little crazy.
I had weird thoughts and odd fantasies.
Then tonight I went out on the deck and realized why. The moon is nearly full or full--I could find out online but it doesn't matter.
Lunatic is not an accidental word.
The full 'luna'--the full moon--has some kind of effect on us all.
Having been the Rector of urban churches, I know this is true--especially at St. John's, Waterbury.
We had a soup kitchen where lots of homeless folks, some of whom should have been in mental hospitals if we were not a society that rejected mental hospitals years ago. Barbara Dublin, who ran the kitchen and her workers and the folks on the staff of St. John's always knew when the moon was turning full.
Things would get a little dicey as the moon moved toward full.
I am convinced all of us are affected by a full moon--but 300 people, many of whom had mental issues....well, things would get weird.
On the day before, the day of and the day after a full moon, Barbara would have to throw out more folks than on the 28 days before and after.
Some got more aggressive. Some got more subdued--almost to catatonic. And everyone, even Barbra and her staff and I, felt a bit off line.
I truly believe the full moon brings out more than werewolves. It brings out the off kilter and strange and a tad crazy stuff in all of us.
Notice it for yourself.
How have you been doing the last few days?
It will be a while now, but notice how you feel the next time a full moon shows up.
Just notice if you feel more lunatic than normal.
Just notice.
I really believe it.
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