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New Year, Jew Year

September 30, 2019 in City Matters, Essays, Spirit Matters

Time Is A River Without Banks–Marc Chagall

Today is Rosh Hoshanah, which any New Yorker worth their Kosher salt knows is the Jewish new year.

Gd knows my Italian-American Muppet critics were all over it this morning. Shana tova, kid! they crowed as I slid into the coffee shop for my Americano.

This, after I ushered in the the first morning of 5780 from East River Park, the best sunrise spot in the whole city. Though it was cloudy, Lady Sun was trying her damndest to arrive in a blaze of glory. The results were muted but lovely, as were all the New Yorkers running, walking, biking, tai-chi-ing by the water’s edge. A special glint everywhere.

The glint of rebirth.

In my head there are so many different new years. The new year of every cosmology, and the new year of every individual, which is how I view birthdays. Mine falls on January 19, which I consider magnificent not only because it is Dolly Parton and Cindy Sherman’s birthday but because it grants me a clutch of get-away-free days after the Christian Calendar new year, otherwise known as the phony birthday of Jesus. Continue Reading →

All That Heaven Allows

September 24, 2019 in Astro Matters, Country Matters, Ruby Intuition, Spirit Matters, Weather Matters

All hail Douglas Sirk!

Yesterday was the official autumn equinox–the day when everything is equally apportioned, an ideal homage to Libra Season. Much is made of how good and evil, day and night, are in balance at this time. But it’s also when sadness and happiness are in balance. Things are melancholy–summer is ending, leaves are falling, shadows are growing longer. Yet beautiful—-the green and gold light, the harvest bounty, the (mostly) perfect temperatures. Thus we live our lives, at least as long as Mama Nature can offer them. So how to thank her? Climate change activism, reducing carbon imprints. Or, you know, smiling at the sky. Whatever you do, have a bittersweet day, dollies. It’s the deepest kind.

To schedule an intuition appointment during this profound transition, get in touch.

The Straight Dirt of Dreams

September 21, 2019 in Age Matters, City Matters, Feminist Matters, Ruby Intuition, Spirit Matters

The ultimate 20th century trickster (Mata Hari).

The unconscious is a powerful thing, everyone knows that. Or at least everyone who doesn’t get tripped up by their own shoelace. But sometimes I forget how much smarter my unconscious is than my regular self.

Also how much more of a trickster.

Certainly when it comes to my romantic life, my unconscious bests my conscious (and conscience) every time. I can ignore what the tarot is trying to tell me–or, worse, respin it to match my most piteous impulses. I can ignore my friends’ two cents. But for me wish fulfillment is only a fancy of the waking mind. I’ve yet to bullshit myself while dreaming.

My dreams always tell me when beaus are stepping out.
My dreams never fool me about who is attractive or attracted to me.
My dreams are harsh but o lord I can trust them.

There are men and women I broke up with decades ago whom I still bed in dreams. Sometimes sexual chemistry has an extraordinary shelf life. Other times it does not. Continue Reading →

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