I read that there is an ancient yoga technique involving steady gazing which has been practiced for thousands of years by the adepts of India. It is called “trataka” and is believed to provide incredible benefits to those who practice it regularly. Healing of the eyes, clarity of the mind, and increased psychic abilities are among the supposed perks. Rather than practicing trataka on a candle flame, a black dot on a white wall, or a flower, I suggest staring at the moon. The supermoon this past weekend provided a unique opportunity for gazing that possibly could have induced superman-like qualities. My husband and daughter do yoga a few times a week, but he was at a meeting last night from 6:30 until 8:00 – too late for me to shove him outdoors and tell him to stare at the supermoon. The next one won’t be until August 2014, but I’ll be ready.
Wait! What is that flying across the supermoon? It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s . . . Henry Cavill! Gayle and I went to see this last Saturday. Don’t believe the critics; hie thee to a theater near you. It’s definitely worth the ticket price.
Somebody should make another miniseries pronto, starring Henry as Darcy before he ages out of the role. Everyone in favor, raise your hand. Both of mine are waving.