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Red Is the Color of My Bloody, Bloody Heart

The last time I had sex, I lost my red glasses though I didn’t know it at the time. If I did, I doubt I would have lingered too long on the symbolism. It would have been too bald, too easy to pluck.

What aren’t you seeing? Everything you don’t want to see.

I did not realize the glasses were missing until three days later, because I rotate through many pairs depending on how I want to look as I look upon the world.

On the day I lost this pair, I was wearing all red. Not the dark, dried-blood shade that feels like a waste of a good thing, but the orange-inflected tomato that enlivens the Sioux and Semitic strains of my DNA. The red that makes my hair and skin glow.

I wear it when I wish to activate myself and everyone around me.

I have many, many tubes of lipstick in this color. I wear it even when I am wearing a mask. This red exudes a power not merely visual. An energy frequency that’s maybe even a microwave ray. Havana Syndrome: the lipstick edition. Continue Reading →

New Moon in Libra: Venus Matters

Today we are graced with a new moon in Libra, and I do mean graced. With the sun also in Libra, Venus–the goddess of love, harmony, diplomacy, beauty, and, oh yeah, money—is running the show. Since Pluto, the planet of the subconscious and unconscious, is going direct while Mercury is still retrograde and the moon is opposing the wounded healer, Chiron, this is a wonderful time to dig deep.

Rather than projecting your will onto this gorgeous canvas of a new lunar cycle, let it teach you to distinguish between reflexes and intuition when it comes to relationships and resources. The best way to absorb this lesson? “Notice what you notice,” especially in terms of what pleases you aesthetically. Color and texture and flavor and sound are all energy frequencies, don’t you know. So unplug as much as possible from your devices and align with whatever confers visceral delight. True beauty—anything in its optimal form—isn’t skin deep. It’s a glittering clue to the divine mystery.

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Cauldron Cuisine

Before Instagram took the fun out of writing descriptions of the meals I was cooking, before Facebook fully revealed itself as an evil degenerator of democracy, I used to write about the big meals I was cooking, not to show off so much as to metaphorically invite everyone into my kitchen. Tonight I have that same urge. So here’s what.

Short ribs were on massive massive sale at Whole Foods, whose weekly emailer I scan like my grandmother Alice clipped coupons from the Sunday paper. I bought four pounds of them, figuring that as long as it remained cloudy I could pretend it was 45 rather than 65 degrees and freeze the leftovers for colder weeks to come. And so, with Mercury retrograde as the perfect excuse to stay far from the madding crowd, I put on an apron and the Bach cello suites my gran discovered she adored while listening to the radio in her own kitchen.

I salt-and-peppered the ribs, chopped parsnips and potatoes and carrots and onions and garlic, created a braise with horseradish and rosemary and thyme and mustard and tomato paste and vinegar, and filled my apartment–my whole building, really–with the meal she would have fed her family in 1955. When her children were all under one roof, when her husband was working in the textile mills down the street, when her sister lived next door with her two girls and a big apron of her own, when all she had to do was fill a big pot and wind her timer, then tuck in with a juicy novel from another country and century as her family grew all around her.

This time between autumn and winter equinox is always about the ancestors–about the worlds they inhabited and the legacies they left—and it feels good to cook in congress with my line. Another way to say it: I’m grateful to visit my gran.

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