#boodmoon

And.... I've got the reference from the pictures I took and I know my camera sucks.

I'm a skeptic. I don't believe in supernatural things. I don't worship a god or a moon, but I do believe that enormous masses orbiting in our vicinity have both a physiological and psychological effect on us. 

My cycle is perfectly aligned to the full moon, meaning that every full moon I turn into the stereotype of every menstruating woman. I eat chocolate, I cry, and I sleep like a bear in hibernation. It's also the most creative time for me. 

On this particular full moon, I felt a huge wave of anxiety and euphoria in the days leading up to the bloodmoon (pun very much intended). 

By 11p.m. last night, as the moon approached what I imagine is a beautiful rust colored shade, my anxiety and euphoria had turned to tears and frustration. After eating whatever sweets I could find at the house, I had a surge of creativity and I drew a little before bed. 

I'm so predictable.