Like the recent bout of Mercury in retrograde, I didn’t have any inkling of when the next full moon was until the 25th. when I was out running errands and I witness three almost-accidents, and a number of crazy-questionable moves made by drivers and people who were out of their freaking minds. Once parked, I did a quick check on full moons for 2021, and there it was listed as next: the Snow Moon on February 27. Suddenly things made sense, and as annoying as it was, it set my mind slightly at ease, even when I lost an ice cream dessert when I got home later that night – still no idea where it went, but it’s melting somewhere.
I’d been noticing similar agitations over the past few days: Andy’s been moping about causing me to retreat into the basement, angry about the latest car drama over his Audi. That car has been in the shop more than it’s been out of the shop over the last month, and it has almost killed us on occasion. Putting that down on record now in the event that something does eventually happen. Audi is on notice, as Andy has been telling them for months now.
The rest of the world is similarly in an annoyed state, and as someone who is easily influenced, sponging up the surrounding attitudes like some dry super-absorbent fabric tossed onto a puddle, I’ve been in a state of bother for longer than I typically allow. At such moments, I find it wise to keep quiet and close to home, focusing on meditation and reading and buffering the outside world.
