In the words of my favorite astrologer, this week we have “another fucking eclipse.” Which, even I know that an eclipse can shake some shit up. The…… Read more “Another Fucking Eclipse (Week of 6/15)”
In the thick of Gemini Season we can sense the push and pull of dualities in our personal life and communities. Add to that eclipse season and…… Read more “Tarot~Scopes – week of 6/8/2020”
What if you believed that life was rigged in your favor? It would transform every tiny tragedy into something magnificent. The days you hit every stoplight was…… Read more “Making the Best of Your Bewilderment”
Some perspective, by sun sign. Taurus (April 20 – May 20) Ace of Wands When you’re hunkered down like the true Tauran you are, inspiration has to…… Read more “Tuesday Tarot (Week of May 18th)”
I thought, if I could go talk to this girl, give her a heads up, what would I tell her? I decided: I wouldn’t tell her shit.
I wrote letters to friends down the street I couldn’t visit, and family members across the ocean. I pictured my letters creating a big arching rainbow across the sea. It felt like a special kind of magic, to create something that would travel both time and space; things that felt otherwise out of reach.
Now here we are reeling from the bizarre pace of March. We cycle through this piece of history, that which is framed by the four walls of our homes, but also one that is expanding, like breath as we reach out in empathy through the abandoned streets of the world.
A story of protection and pause in a time of transformation.
If you don’t live in Hawai’i you’ve probably had a pau hana and just didn’t know it. It’s that moment after a long days work where you father with friends for a frosty beverage, or kick your feet up to watch the sunset.
That time the whole world was sent to our rooms.