Journey 44: Make the Day My Own

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I was aware this morning that today was Friday the 13th. Being one who does not believe in luck, good or bad, nor one ruled by superstition, knowing the date and day of the week didn’t bring fear, but instead a heightened determination to make my own amazing day even more beautiful, more joyful.

Curiosity about why Friday the 13th is considered unlucky did lead me on a search of discovery. I found three possible explanations for the uneasiness around this day:

* The number 12 is considered to be the number of completeness, as reflected in the twelve months of the year, twelve hours of the clock day, twelve tribes of Israel, twelve Apostles of Jesus, or the twelve signs of the Zodiac. In contrast the number thirteen is considered irregular, transgressing this completeness.

* Friday has been considered an unlucky day to undertake a journey or begin a new project, at least since the 14th century, as recorded by Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales.

* On Friday, October 13, 1307, hundreds of the Knights Templar were arrested in France by King Philip IV, possibly giving rise to the fear of a curse on that day.

Whatever it’s origin, Friday the 13th continues to at the least be a day to remark on, and at the most, a day to be fearful on, staying home, staying safe.

I celebrated the day by engaging others and connecting, giving hugs and teaching a class on meditation, laughing with daughter Adriel and receiving a precious Valentine from Aubrey. As I thought my day was winding down Greg suggested a trip to Springfield. We browsed at Barnes & Noble Bookstore and enjoyed an excellent dinner at Longhorn Steak House. The Flo’s Filet steak melted in my mouth. The grilled asparagus was tender and flavorful and we tried a new appetizer, recommended by our charming waiter, Matthew…the crab and artichoke dip with flat bread. Delicious.

The day is what I make it to be. If I’m fearful, I’ll find things to be afraid of…angry, things that will boil my blood…and if I’m joyful, I’ll find more things to bring me joy. It sounds simplistic and yet I’ve been walking this path long enough to find that it’s true. What I expect to get out of the day, I get. Today, I opened to greater joy and connectedness, and that’s exactly what I encountered. Happy Friday the 13th to me!

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Day 164: Full Honey Moon on Friday the 13th

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Talk about a day when superstitions collide….Friday the 13th, full moon, and not only a full moon but because of the summer solstice, which occurs next week, the full moon is at its lowest to the horizon for this year, making it a “honey” moon. So called because of the amber color as it rises, this honey moon reached its full phase at 12:13 am this morning, on Friday, June 13.  This is a rare occurrence with the last one happening June 13, 1919 and the next one taking place June 13, 2098. For me, and indeed, most people, this is an astronomical first…and last.

I am not a superstitious person, so for me, Friday the 13th is not a day to be feared. I believe this day, like any day, is what we make it to be. For many people though, this is a day to stay home. Or, if they have to be out, to be cautious and not make any major decisions. While most of us see Friday as a great day, heralding the approach of the weekend, it used to be considered a day of ill omen. According to Michael Bailey, a history professor at Iowa State University, the day is associated with misfortune because Jesus was crucified on a Friday. In the Middle Ages, weddings were never held on Fridays and it was considered a poor day to begin travels. Friday was also hangman’s day during this time. The number 13 being considered unlucky is rooted in the belief that there were 13 guests present at the Last Supper, with Judas Iscariot, the betrayer, being that 13th person. When Friday and the 13th coincide, culture has long declared that this is the ultimate bad luck day.

Full moons also receive a bad rap. Our words “lunacy” and “lunatic” both derive from luna, the word for moon. Studies show, though, that a full moon does not cause a rise in crimes, craziness, or childbirth. Our word “honeymoon” may derive from this type of moon as most weddings took place in June in the 1550’s, when this term was first recorded.

I love the moon, with her beautiful silvery light. The moon is enchanting, mysterious, ever changing. My birth name, Cynthia, is a Greek name meaning moon. Perhaps it is natural that I would be drawn her.

And I have no terror of Fridays or the number 13. Thus, I have been blessed, on this rare day, enjoying family and friends, good food and gorgeous weather, and a lovely stroll through my garden. As tonight’s nearly full moon rises, and Friday the 13th draws to a close, I just might slip barefoot into the backyard and dance in the moonlight on the brick patio. Is that lunacy? I don’t think so. I am grateful, however, for the privacy fence!

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View of the honey moon, from my front deck, early this morning.