Nomen est Numen

I love it when new bloggers pop up in my comments. Siona dropped by the other day and trip to her blog found this fine bit of writing:

I'm inordinately affected by the weather. It took me a long time to admit this; for years I refused to acknowledge that my moods might be linked to something as improbable and distant as the sky. I was a rational person, I thought; my emotions were linked to that which mattered, and not some butterfly flapping its wings in the Amazon. Now I'm less embarrassed by my sensitivity. I'm an animal. I reside in a body that resides in the world that itself reclines under a pulsing membrane of pressure and weather and rain. How can my own cells ignore the atmosphere around me? How can my bones disregard the heaviness of the air? How can I not fail to respond to the sun on a clear day? It's more embarrassing to me now to think that I once believed I should be capable of ignoring all this. I'm attuned to the world. We all are. And I no longer mind.

Nomen est Numen