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Stop f**king with our natural attunement to mama’s rhythms.
I’m talking about daylight savings time. And I’m angry about it. I’ve been dreading it for weeks now. Compiling this momentum of passionate frustration into imaginary letters to my government officials. Knowing that it was going to come, and at least for this time around, that I wasn’t going to be able to do a damn thing about it.
As inhabitants of this planet, our bodies are organically programmed to the natural rhythms of her cycles. Even those of us that are not ultra sensitive to those connections still feel it. The moon stirs within us and moves through our emotions just as she does with the oceans tides. The sun has been reborn at midwinter. The days are already growing longer. We see it and experience it with every sunset. We know, upon rising with the sun, what time it is. Not because the clock on our mantle says so, but because our bodies tell us so with the sun as our guide.
As much as I’d like to serve my natural instincts as a witch and connected human being, I still (at present) have to function in society. I have to get my child to school on time, show up for work, and make my scheduled appointments. I’m not angry about my responsibilities. I’m angry that there’s this lame-ass, nonsensical, government regulation telling me that they know better.
There is no reason for daylight savings time. Our hours of sunshine are exactly the same and the only power to change that is the earth herself.