When the Sun Sneezes and Humans Feel It

When the Sun Sneezes and Humans Feel It

Yesterday I didn’t feel like doing anything.

No errands. No plans. No ambition.
Just paint. So I painted.

Today felt… strange too. Heavy but buzzy. So I forced myself into “human mode”:
hand-washed clothes, cleaned the bathroom, did the responsible earth-dweller things.
Then I surrendered — straight into the hammock. 🌴

And then I read a post about what’s happening in the sky.

Apparently the Sun decided to throw a tantrum.
A big one. Like… historic solar storm big. 😬👀

Suddenly my “blah” made a little more sense.

I’m not saying solar storms control our moods — but I am saying we are walking, breathing electrical systems living inside a giant magnetic field that just got smacked by a cosmic wave. So maybe, just maybe, feeling off isn’t so dramatic after all.

What I love is how we still pretend we are separate from nature.

We accept that the Moon moves oceans.
We accept that seasons shift emotions.
But the Sun? Our literal life source?
“Oh no, that couldn’t possibly affect us.” 🙄

Meanwhile:

• People can’t sleep.
• Minds feel foggy.
• Emotions spike.
• Bodies feel wired or tired or both.

And I’m over here in my hammock like:
“Oh. So it’s not just me being lazy.”

What comforts me most is this:

Nothing is broken.
Nothing is wrong with us.
We’re just riding a wave — a solar one.

So today I’m not pushing.
I painted yesterday.
I cleaned today.
Now I rest.

And I let the Sun do whatever dramatic thing it’s doing up there, while I do my small, human thing down here — breathe, observe, and try to stay gentle with myself.

Because honestly…

If the universe is having a moment,
we’re allowed to have one too. ✨