by Irrira Rikki

Created on: August 18, 2009   Last Updated: July 06, 2010

Like the planet we all call home, the 70% water we and the earth share all need this element to live. Between us and all life-forms, we help to modify all seasonal responses. Mental moods react with our health.

Watching the moon, there is an intrinsic sense we have more than a lot in common. Psychologically, like the ebb and flow of her tides, we are all affected. As creatures who must use her fluctuations; as the crabs sift the sand, we generate our moods to fish in deeper waters. Yet when the waves beyond the reef begin to break back over the places we were granted to walk upon; our climate hastens before the sea engulfs all feelings we had, with an even greater regard. Like the crabs we too must hurry for shelter before it overwhelms us.

The pendulum swings, toying with our feelings, as when the sun sets, yet the moon is still there. If visible, we vulnerably turn to her light of pearl. We bask in her glow and bath in the milky rays of her night, setting emotions of wonder and awe alight as warm as a soul-mate's arms. Or if out of sight, experience shadows which lurk where we can no longer see. Yet she is the dutiful wife and lover of this sun, and must follow without a choice. Together, their gravity must keep the earth moving, just like the clock-work of her tides.

Yet if dark clouds should gather across her path and ours, our mood swings back to feelings which stir from another realm when the wind joins in. When all the water she and the sun have drawn up from their springs and rivers, oceans and seas, or every breath turns to driving rain, and both are covered. Gone from sight, we are left feeling to fend for ourselves; as our status turns to battling the their elements; joined by a miserable wind-change. From calm and serene to slippery and wet, we find ourselves in the dark of the storm we never saw coming.

For some it is where we are born and belong to the earth, that we are better adapted. Equatorial humidity can create an oppressiveness - yet becomes a joyful warm monsoon to modify the temperature - swinging into a happy heart. Like the tides we are lapping the shores of life's weathering ebb and flow again. There are new feelings of a different types, which swells the fruits called tropical, needing the water just like us; who splash and play with new vigor.

Like the waxing and waning moon, she never fails; rain hail or shine, her duty is always to be where she must be. To pull with a magnetic force all which she commands on earth, and like it

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