Cherry blossoms in the Brooklyn Botanic Garden and Kehinde Wiley’s fancy ladies at the Brooklyn Museum of Art on Friday; lilacs and Lady Liberty yesterday morning; and, for good measure, a Beltaine ritual last night, with Aphrodite and rose petals and glitter and Stevie Nicks and persimmons and crimson-clad NYC fairywimmin and the High Priestess Magdalene (always Magdalene). I’ve cleaned my home with lavender and tea tree oil and saged every corner; I’ve bathed under the sexy Scorpio full moon in a tub filled with rose oil and the goddess circle-blessed petals. Mama May, Madre Miracle, Mothers Mary, I’ve honored your divine feminine with every cell of my brightened being. Now I gratefully bask in your scarlet kundalini–just what the magic back doctor ordered.
Cherry blossoms in the Brooklyn Botanic Garden and Kehinde Wiley’s fancy ladies at the Brooklyn Museum of Art on Friday; lilacs and Lady Liberty yesterday morning; and, for good measure, a Beltaine ritual last night, with Aphrodite and rose petals and glitter and Stevie Nicks and persimmons and crimson-clad NYC fairywimmin and the High Priestess Magdalene (always Magdalene). I’ve cleaned my home with lavender and tea tree oil and saged every corner; I’ve bathed under the sexy Scorpio full moon in a tub filled with rose oil and the goddess circle-blessed petals. Mama May, Madre Miracle, Mothers Mary, I’ve honored your divine feminine with every cell of my brightened being. Now I gratefully bask in your scarlet kundalini–just what the magic back doctor ordered.