Today, the weather was weird. It was hot as hell and it was humid. I suppose I shouldn't complain, considering what other climates experience in equal and opposite extremes. And considering I hate the God-awful winter, I should be lounging poolside and shutting my mouth, being quiet and to just enjoy it. Today it stormed and acted foolish all the while it seemed to be clear. No grey looming skies but just a random crack of lighting and bam, it's full on storming. It rained while it was sunny and with blue skies. Beautiful and crazy as hell but not quite disastrous. While I had planned to discuss astrological phenomena, the phase of the moon on this celestial Sunday, I talk today about the weather. Not sure how to approach the sun being in cancer as I myself am a bit crabby. The new moon is still veiled, so the light is dim tonight, as is my intuition. Some days you just gotta wonder how the winds come and go as they do, wonder maybe why not you.
Wednesday is mutually known as hump day in the western work week; a feat to conquer and a relief to be had as everybody's working for the weekend. But why, I wonder, do we wish away our very numbered days? Is it because we are unhappy, challenged, overworked, and always unsatisfied? Why can't we learn to soak up the now and enjoy the moment? I ponder this, on this Wednesday, the first blog post for the category.
Wednesday: The day of the week which is actually third or fourth, dependent upon which calendar you address, which religion you claim, or which schedule you keep. The root word of Wednesday is day of Mercury in eastern and western culture, and in both cultures is relative to water. This element of mercury... you may think of in relation to a chemistry class, perhaps a thermometer, a fish poisoning, or maybe even a star-slash-planet going retrograde and wreaking havoc.
The ancient Japanese word for Wednesday relates as a symbol, rather than letters, and the idea of the symbol relates to Mercury, translating as "Water Star." The ancient Greek labeled the 7 days of the week in correlation to particular planets in Greek, Latin, and on to the Romance languages. Some of you may know Miercoles is Spanish for Wednesday, hence the obvious Mercury relation. The origin of the word in the west relates it to the sequence of planets in the sky, focused on the numbered day; the east relates it to the observations of the planets too, but in a way that relates it more to water.
Whichever school of thought it is, the difference doesn't matter. The devil is often in the details. Bottom Line: Mercury is special as an element because it can remain in a watery, liquid form at a very low temperature. In freezing conditions, perhaps at the bottom of the sea, or high on a mountain top, Mercury can and will still flow.
The coincidence here is that on Wednesdays, my words may flow from the top of my head or from the bottom of my heart, in a fluid fashion, for the sake of keeping warm when everything starts to freeze. When hearts get frozen by a cold-hearted work week, the creative stream of conscience runs deep and comes up for air through conscious intuition. The words will lead and hopefully only inspire.
Language itself is a technology derived from ideas. Ideas are too simple and pure for words. So the point is that words can divide and conquer if you let them, just like any other propaganda that may have been beautiful once upon a time. Something as silly as the meaning of the word Wednesday, divided by time and place can cause hate and injustice. But to me, as a writer, words are magic and I intend to use them well and with meaning. Not always a literal meaning, but one that can be enjoyed in the moment. Join me each hump day for an exploration of poetry, language arts, semantics, linguistics, and etymology. I encourage you to write your own words and create your own meaning, finding joy and fluidity and art within the literal bullshit and illogical nonsense of the crazy world in which we all share.