Mondays have a unique and particular spirit, as they mark the start of the week after bidding farewell to the sun of Sunday festivities and embracing the moonlight. Being a Monday, the day of the moon, helps better hold the secrets of time. The sun is called Lorenzo and the moon Catalina, with Catalina rising when Lorenzo sets. This dynamic was captured in a song by Marisol that my father used to sing on Sundays when he would drive us to the beach. The stories of San Lorenzo and Santa Catalina, Christian souls who suffered torture before lending their names to the sun and moon, are filled with scenes of usury and pain, coins and severed heads.
When one cannot fully enjoy Fridays and Venus, Mondays prove to be a fortunate alternative. They offer light, calmness, knowledge, and maternal instinct, according to classical beliefs. Acting as a bridge between the weekend festivities and the workweek provides a strength that blends with the promise of tomorrow, even if the past is close behind. The moonlight even adds a true meaning to Mondays in the presence of the sun, helping us understand the fate of dreams when job security is at risk. A maternal spirit that mediates deep negotiations between wisdom and emotions is beneficial.
Mondays are an opportune time to contemplate modern buzzwords such as tension, insults, lies, harassment, degradation, outrage, and indecency. When life and democracies are in disarray, approaching Mondays with a maternal, understanding, and illuminated perspective amidst darkness is crucial. Mothers offer embraces, comprehension, love, and teach the wise way to move forward.
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