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Lionhearts for All

Today’s new moon corresponds with our final eclipse of the season, omgoddess. Eclipses release a tremendous rush of energy, and new moons signal, no surprise, fresh starts. As all this takes place in the sign of Leo, the lessons at hand are ones of self-love. How can we nurture our darkest corners, our most private hurts? How can we shine light on all of ourselves, not just the parts we deem fit for company? When I think of this powerful moment, I think of Marge Piercy’s quote: “Live as if you loved yourself, and it may happen/reach out, keep reaching out, keep bringing in./ This is how we are going to live for a long time: not always,/for every gardener knows that after the digging, after the planting,/after the long season of tending and growth, the harvest comes.” Loving yourself is not the same as narcissism; it is in fact the opposite. Self-love is accepting that you are not perfect but whole nonetheless–a tree, a star, a mountain lion–regardless of whether anyone else ever tells you so. Start here, and you can move whatever and wherever you need. Blessings and love, dear ones.

Tesseracts and Tree Nymphs

Up before the sun so I can properly greet her when she arrives. Settled on a screened-in country porch with coffee, permakitten and I sniffing that sweet, sweet air. Grateful, so grateful. The birds singing a song so true I don’t want to interrupt but am feeling Joni strongly today. (Is she close to slipping away entirely? is she simply the goddess of early morning melody?) Ladies of the Canyon is added to their symphony and then–

Grace doing her yoga mistress poses–she’s got those down–me reaching toward that peach and pink horizon, hands in the air, toes in the wet grass.

It’s still Taurus season, and I’m upstate at A’s as of yesterday.  I needed to be put in my place by wood nymphs, birds, big blue sky.

It got hot so fast this week in New York. In general, my favorite city has never been keen on interstices. Fur hats one day, bare shoulders the next–tempers rising, horns honking. So it was that the glorious kerfuffle of a NYC summer boiled over in the course of one day. Continue Reading →

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