Full Moon April 20th- Plant seeds of Change

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Moon Rituals have been around since man first looked up at the night sky, felt his inner rhythms, and sensed all of nature in tune with each changing phase. Then along came some genius who promoted the industrial and technological advancement of our human existence and now we have trends as mundane as urban sprawl that prohibit us from seeing the full night sky. Not only have we lost touch with nature and the moon, but as a culture, we have come to dislike and fear nature. It's true. We opt for walking in air conditioned shopping malls, lift weights in air conditioned fitness clubs and meet friends for dinner in air conditioned restaurants. We could meet after work to take a walk in a park or on a near by beach. Sure, there are those who do and there are those who try to do. Most don't. Some may complain that they live in a challenging climate where it is extremely cold or extremely hot. And it's not just the adults that are opposed to going outside. Children and teens gravitate to the great indoors as well; all this staying indoors is the root of obesity. It's not about eating too much, it's about being disconnected from nature. We just don't have an overweight culture, we have a disconnected culture. It is time to feel, re-charge and connect. This Sunday night when it's cool, for the love of Pete, go outside and look at the moon. It wont bite; it's not evil. Look at that moon, feel, listen, take in the smells of nature and make a wish. I will wish for the seeds of change to be planted in this country full of disconnect. I wish I will. I wish I might. I wish on the full moon Sunday night.

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