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Be Here Next: Mercury’s Mixed-Up Parade

June 5, 2019 in Age Matters, Astro Matters, Book Matters, Cat Lady Matters, City Matters, Essays, Ruby Intuition, Spirit Matters

I never permit my Ruby Intuition clients to tape our sessions.

My reasoning is simple. When people know they can watch or listen to something later, they tune out of the moment. And when they’re not present, they’re almost impossible to access so the sessions become useless.

It’s not like I don’t let my clients take notes. Some take a ton. But writing, like reading, is active. Even the act of transcription requires engagement. And when we really engage in a moment–any moment–it transforms us, transformation being the foundation of any practical magic. Continue Reading →

Missive from the Cat Lady Frontlines

May 17, 2019 in Cat Lady Matters

This is just to say that initially I felt okay upon waking given how much wine we drank with dinner. Then Grace launched a campaign ostensibly because I’d had the audacity to sleep until 645am when she absolutely definitely was going to die of starvation but really because she’s a Masshole feline with puritanical tendencies who doesn’t approve of the demon alcohol.

First she knocked over the flowers on my bedside table and when I still didn’t stir because sleeping on a bed of peonies and lilac pedals is actually a bit of a fairytale, she let out an enormous, bone-chilling wail, took a running leap and with claws extended landed on my foot, the one extremity poking out of my very soft and cozy comforter. And, uh, my permakitten drew blood because damn does that girl need a pedicure. At this writing I am disinfecting my foot while nursing a gargantuan hangover and Grace is sulking un-prettily and in general every resident of Gracie Rosmansion is in quite a state.

The Black and Blue Swans of Spring

May 16, 2019 in Age Matters, Book Matters, Cat Lady Matters, City Matters, Country Matters, Queer Matters, Weather Matters

Lately every time I want to write you I find myself writing my book instead. I need to finish it eventually, and why not now? is my basic thinking, and it’s solid, you can’t deny that. Especially since I feel like everyone and their sister is now involved in this process–that is, ever since I revealed my broke and broken underbelly and almost all of you were awfully nice about it.

Time is money, don’t you know. And more than that: money is time. Meaning when I have free time it doesn’t feel free at all. Now I really feel that I should be working.

When it was raining all the time and we New Yorkers felt like we were on some sort of dystopian Noah’s Ark–which, I’m sorry, the jury’s not out yet on whether we aren’t–it was easy to just keep working and working. But now that spring is actually behaving like spring again, I have to devise all sorts of tricks to keep myself on the straight and narrow.

Not that my book is especially narrow. Or straight. Continue Reading →

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