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The Cure for Anything Is Salt Water

The full moon in Cancer arrived a few hours ago and I know because I woke weeping. This is an aspect that opens us to our intuitive abilities and also our deepest feelings—the sweetest ones, the sorest ones. Cancer is all about the home, so we are asked: What feels like home? More to the point, who feels like home? As is true for many from broken lines, opening my heart—and my hearth—is the hardest thing to do, and I react badly when my welcome mat is muddied through carelessness or cruelty. Today I feel the full weight of those miscommunications and unkindnesses— my own as well as others. So I am doing the only thing I can when energy lines are blocked. I am cleaning, literally and metaphorically. Straightening your house—scrubbing it, saging it, shining it—is the best way to let go of what’s not yours to keep. More to the point, it’s the best way to make room for love and light. May your hearth sparkle like the cleanest of mirrors. The cleanest of windows, too. Painting: Diann Blevins

Message From a Capricorn Psychic

I need a month–nay, a week!–in which no one who obviously needs therapy tells me that they don’t need therapy because they do iowaska. I am an intuitive, and absolutely believe in the revelations offered by such experiences. But I also believe in the rigor and incremental changes of regular old therapy. God knows the work I do only increases my need for it. Continue Reading →

Just a Little Communication

This morning I read an article about a new French law restricting the times in which work emails can be sent by employers. A communication ban is very classic Mercury retrograde—even more classic than yesterday’s Brooklyn train crash, which, thank goddess, resulted in nothing worse than broken limbs but which held up an evening’s worth of LIRR commuters. But the more I contemplate such a law, the more genius I find it. Imagine if there were a cap on the amount of time people could spend on social media or online, period. More books would be read, more eyes would be met, more gardens would be tended, more in-person sex would be had. Revolutions would be brewed–ones we need to survive as a society, frankly. What say ye, Sirenaders? Unplug, unplug, unplug. (I’ll still be here when you come back.)

"All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love."
― Leo Tolstoy