I think of following the lunar cycles as my daily antidote to industrial time. The moon and stars existed before human ideas of time, and they will live long after.
Attuning myself to the moon is to attune myself to a rhythm beyond the human structures—a place where I can trust there is no structural oppression.
When I watch the moon, I regulate myself to a natural rhythm, like the seasons.
Every once and a while, there is a liminal within the liminal.
A blue moon.
A place in between, that doesn’t quite fit the paradigm. A glitch. A crack.
A whole lunar cycle to attune myself to the liminal.
An invitation to go head first into the unknown, face the point of discomfort, and then to lean in a little more.
This is a place for intuition, the hyperbolic, the transrational. A place of paradox.
Where to be lost, is to be found.
I am a page on the shoreline of the entire ocean, staring into the eyes of one who inhabits the depth.
Will I accept the invitation to breathe underwater?
Alexandra Ross Works 