Yay moon cycle. My moods have been swinging all day long. Granted, they swing about as much as the pope does, but they’ve been up and down for me lately.
I blame the moon. It’s almost full and my insides can usually feel it right around the full and new moons.
On the upside, I feel like I’m closer to having a good cry than I have been all year. I’ve been to a couple of funerals this year and gotten a bit teared-up, but I honestly can’t remember the last time I had a good full-on cry. Definitely not in 2009. I could really use the catharsis, too.
I’m currently reading The Spirituality of Imperfection by Ernest Kuntz and Katherine Ketchum (at my friend Emily’s recommendation), and The Wilderness Warrior: Theodore Roosevelt and the Crusade for America by Douglas Brinkley (a gift from my friend Mike).
The former has some pretty decent passages in it that get me close to crying – hopefully the dadgum thing will actually finish the job. As for the latter, probably not.
I think I’ll also get some good blog post topics out of the former. It’s closer to straight-up philosophy stuff than anything I’ve read since my zen buddhism studies. Stay tuned.
Other than that, not much to report. I’m off to bed shortly. It’s been about 60 degrees at night for the last week or so, which is about as pleasant sleeping weather as I can think of. Way to go, Mother Nature. You’re hot. I’m totally going to take advantage.