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The Color of Everything

The best part of April is its explosion of color after winter’s black-and-white hegemony: reds, pinks, yellows, oranges, yellows, and greens. So many greens. This year, with hateful extremists running—ahem, ruining—the show, the metaphor offered by spring’s rainbow feels especially resonant. I’ve written about this before but it bears repeating with the new season: As a psychic, color is the most important part of every day. I often know the color before I know the story, and hue is the most important element of any outfit or space. Truly, I am so grateful for all the color each person radiates, for it is integral to our greatest gift: that we are each part of everything.

Pic: Brooklyn Botanical Garden

The Witch’s Wife

Just finished today’s Ruby Intuition sessions. I always feel so grateful to be able to do this work–to reflect the light living inside my clients, to chart a path that connects them to their daily radiance. While doing readings, I barely remember my name, let alone my bodily needs. Afterward, it takes a lot to climb back into the physical world–a drink, a nap, a sweetly striped overfamiliar. Gorgeous food; a gorgeous fuck. Each time I finish sessions, I crave something different. Last week it was lasagna and bold red wine and (insert Italian man pun here). This week, it’s spring risotto–mint, lobster, lemony rice–with a fleet of Wellfleet oysters leading the show. (Insert more puns.) That’s such a specific yen that I’m probably shit out of luck. But I can’t help wishing I had a partner to make that meal happen. If there’s one time when I really long for a Martha Stewart-style wife, it’s the bumpy transition onto terra firma from that sparkly place just beyond.
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April Showers

This is the first Tuesday morning I haven’t had to climb into into critic drag in more than five years. My show, Talking Pictures, was cancelled along with most of NY1’s other entertainment programming; the layoff dovetails with the end of my 15-year tenure as a labor journal editor, a job that quietly conferred the bulk of my financial stability. All to say: I am at a serious crossroads. But like clockwork, I rise with the dawn anyway–make coffee and Gracie’s breakfast and putter into my office. For a minute I’m floored. What shall I do with this time? What path shall I forge forward?Then my eye falls on the flowers still blooming on my desk from last weekend’s readings. Freesia and pussy willows, still sitting pretty in my ecosystem like the most gracious of emissaries: pollenated, fragrant, soft. I sigh and take a deep soldiering breath. I can do this, I’m pretty sure. I can do this, though I don’t even know what “it” is yet. This is spring. This is not the time to fall.

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