This is Day Three
Yes, folks. from whence I write this, I am imagining a large moon-bow, arching across the sky and into next week, landing upon yet another f*cking eclipse…… Read more “Yet Another F*cking Eclipse Tarot~Scopes June 28th”
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 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.
A story of protection and pause in a time of transformation.
I have mastered nothing. Not even my ever popular Caesar salad dressing with bacon bits. Not even my oldest, most beloved friendships. Most definitely not mothering, or writing or falling soundly asleep. Like a sentence, I can be rewritten a thousand times, but always saying the same thing: I’m me. Just me. Here. Now. Under the same sun I was born.
I sure love being right all the time. I’m grew up smack dab in the middle of women, my voice, tiny, had to be even louder, my mind, stubborn, even more sure than ever. I was raised to be right. Astrologically? So fucking right all the time. Aquarius and their constant pursuit of social justice. Then I got married and I get to be right in where we should eat tonight, forgetting to buy coffee creamer and the state of our Tupperware drawer. Now as a mom? Do I even need to say it? Always right.