I have never given this too much analytic thought, I prefer not to in matters of metaphysics and such. Some things are best left to Mystery, acceptance, things as they are, as they are....
But I googled weather and mood and pressure and humidity and came up with a few ideas. You see, I don't know the specifics about the weather, but as a sensitive person, as a nature-connected person, I am affected by changes. What I do know is that brewing storms with warm winds are the conditions that cause my scattered feeling.
So, I'll pick this post up again when the winds change, when they stop scattering me, to read and write about ions and barometric pressure.... and moods.
............. much later
It has rained and I'm beginning to feel less scattered.
In my culture I am referred to as one of the hijas de los vientos, daughters of the winds.
There are many layers to its meaning, but on a basic level, my soul is connected/aligned with wind.
One of the ways the wind affects me is that a sudden or unexpected warm wind makes me feel scattered and heavy at the same time. In my culture, the belief is that the winds call me to ride with them, so they scatter me making it easier for me to take flight.
The Internet tells me that this scattered feeling, and I despite my aversion to make science the demi-god that too many do I am fascinated, is caused by positive ions in the air. Positive ions make you feel worse for wear. In fact, there have been several studies apparently that found that when the warm winds blew, crime and suicide rates increased.
But still such a small part of the story. I'm going to continue listening to my ancestors, hearing their voices calling, hija de los vientos... although being a mama means waiting, waiting, for the next ride...
I wonder sadly, if those poor souls had been taught the ways of the natural world, if they were guided how to align with it, if our cultures weren't so disconnected from nature - whether those people could have instead, rode the winds....