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peonies and pennies and twice is not a curse

Once when I had been making love for hours with a man I loved who loved me, he went to kiss my arm and kissed his own instead.

This was a man I’d seen on a subway and then on a sidewalk and then on a subway, a man who had finally strode up to me with a grin and worried, adoring eyes and said, “I fear I’d be terribly remiss if I did not say hello” and it was ok, the way he phrased it, because he was British and it didn’t feel like we were in the present so much as a noir of a neverexistent 1930s–

–a present that seemed like a future of a past infinitely purer and prettier than anything dreamed by this present–

and so we began circling each other, going for walks in the parks, meeting for chaste diner breakfasts, falling in step with birds, early spring air, the stoops of 90s brownstone brooklyn jamaican patties kids biking barbeque smoke smog pollen, until one day he bent down and his mouth met mine

and we fell into each other like it was where we were supposed to be all along. Continue Reading →

Sweet and Steady: Taurus New Moon

Tonight’s new moon in Taurus only deepens the beautiful magic we’ve been experiencing since the sun entered this sign on April 20, especially since Uranus also enters it now. New moons invite us to take stock, and Taurus is all about tangible resources–what we can taste, touch, spend, feel. So it’s a good time to evaluate your daily routines. What small habit can you modify? How can you work more nature and pleasure  into your daily life? What shadow Taurus energies (materialism, laziness, stubbornness) can you release? And, since steadfast Taurus is ruled by Venus, the goddess of love, how can you stabilize your relationships with more faith, grace, sensuality, patience, and ritual? Be like Taurus goddess Cher in Moonstruck: Take your sweet, sweet time.

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