Friends, I know I’ve been quiet here but it’s because I’ve been cooking up a way to be of service. After weeks of soul searching and software re-searching, I am happy to announce I am now booking Zoom appointments for my Life in the Time of COVID-19 tarot readings. To divine how to serve yourself and others during this upheaval, this spread focuses on tools to activate your personal healing and expansion. My goal is to support everyone—myself included—during this time of great need and great change. No one will be turned away due to lack of funds, and you are welcome to donate more or book a comprehensive intuitive session if you are financially sourced. Call it an economy of love, because love will be our only true currency as we rise from the ashes of illness and hardship.
To book a session, check rates, or learn more, see my new site. And please share this post if you’re so inspired. I deeply wish to help as many people as possible to shine and strengthen so we may collectively thrive moving forward.
I’m so obsessed with The Hunger (1983) right now, streaming on the Criterion Channel, which is the best $10 monthly investment you can make in your cinematic education. Directed by Tony Scott (Top Gun!), this blue-blue valentine stars Susan Sarandon and Catherine Deneuve as a lady doctor and lady vampire respectively who embark upon lady carnal love. Oh, and you know who’s the spurned lover in this scenario? Mr David Bowie, that’s who. Really it’s so futile to resist this movie that I don’t see why you’d try. The plot may be as flimsy as GOP logic but its cerulean desire—not to mention fear and horror of physical intimacy—is just so of the moment. Dig if you will this picture.
Yesterday I called Apple with a few questions about my new Macbook Pro. The rep offered some helpful solutions, and then we began comparing notes about our new O-Corona lives, hers in Kentucky, mine in one of the US hubs of the virus.
At first it was light and breezy but as is almost always true in Life in the Time of COVID-19, the dynamic quickly deepened. She was shocked by how how completely the City That Never Sleeps had shut down and by my casual assumption that I had contracted the virus. Her greatest fear, she confided, was that she’d also contract it. Then she began to sob.
Actually, she said. My greatest fear is that I’ll have to give birth while we’re all still quarantined. She went on to say she had just discovered she was pregnant, which she’d been trying to do for the last five years. There was a pause, in which we both realized just how far we’d conversationally traveled outside the parameters of a standard Applecare call. Then I took a breath.
Ok, I said. We’re going to pray together. So we did–for our health and the health of everyone we loved, which in my case was and always will be everyone. For the spirit in her body who had the temerity to incarnate into the world now. And for all the corporations and institutions to recognize and honor our humanity. After we hung up, I received the standard Applecare survey. Was I satisfied with the quality of the call? Yes, yes, I was.
Friends, I know I’ve been quiet here but it’s because I’ve been cooking up a way to be of service. After weeks of soul searching and software re-searching, I am happy to announce I am now booking Zoom appointments for my Life in the Time of COVID-19 tarot readings. To divine how to serve yourself and others during this upheaval, this spread focuses on tools to activate your personal healing and expansion. My goal is to support everyone—myself included—during this time of great need and great change. No one will be turned away due to lack of funds, and you are welcome to donate more or book a comprehensive intuitive session if you are financially sourced. Call it an economy of love, because love will be our only true currency as we rise from the ashes of illness and hardship.
I’m so obsessed with The Hunger (1983) right now, streaming on the Criterion Channel, which is the best $10 monthly investment you can make in your cinematic education. Directed by Tony Scott (Top Gun!), this blue-blue valentine stars Susan Sarandon and Catherine Deneuve as a lady doctor and lady vampire respectively who embark upon lady carnal love. Oh, and you know who’s the spurned lover in this scenario? Mr David Bowie, that’s who. Really it’s so futile to resist this movie that I don’t see why you’d try. The plot may be as flimsy as GOP logic but its cerulean desire—not to mention fear and horror of physical intimacy—is just so of the moment. Dig if you will this picture.
Yesterday I called Apple with a few questions about my new Macbook Pro. The rep offered some helpful solutions, and then we began comparing notes about our new O-Corona lives, hers in Kentucky, mine in one of the US hubs of the virus.
of a standard Applecare call. Then I took a breath.