I know many of us are numb at this point. That we’re in year 3 of the most corrupt and dangerous administration to ever occupy the White House and I do mean White House. And that sometimes we’re afraid of saying the wrong thing–of making things worse while trying to make them better. But as a Jew, as a queer, and as a white woman, it is necessary that I do what I’ve been gently reminded all white people of conscience should do. And that is to explicitly condemn the white supremacy on the rise all around our beautiful planet, as was most recently evidenced by the terrorism that took the lives of 49 people and injured many more at the Christchurch mosques. Is saying something enough? Of course not. We must ensure this blind brutal hatred is never normalized as this administration would have it be. For make no mistake. It is not that our president does not care about Brenton Harris Tarrant’s motivation. It is that he condones it. And like all black holes (oh, the irony of that term), the bottomless, life- and light-sucking abyss that is White Supremacy will only gain momentum if we don’t condemn it every.fucking.time. Members of the Muslim community: you are seen, you are precious, you are loved. And I will fight for everyone I love with all my might and my final, dying breath. We must love everyone as we love ourselves, or else these peddlers of virulent entitlement have already won. Love is the only true light. Love is the only true might.
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March, Minuet
I am hungover for the second morning in a row. Still, I wake early, right before the day’s sun.
Permakitten and I pad into the kitchen, where I fix her food and warm up yesterday’s coffee. Just a little too hungover to deal with a boiling kettle for the French press. It’s unlike me to have more than two drinks in one sitting–usually I can’t bear ceding that much control–but during this Mercury Retrograde, I’ve been unlikely across the board.
It’s warm for a March morning–already in the high 40s–and so Grace and I exchange morning smooches and perch on the fire escape to watch the day rise. First light lifts the clouds into silver and peach. Then the rest of the sky starts to lift–indigo to lilac, finally a cool periwinkle. Continue Reading →
Mercury Retrograde’s Waterworks
As I write this, I am sobbing uncontrollably because I just rewatched The Best Holiday, which doesn’t get its due as the best weepie of the decade so far. I was moved to watch it because–drum roll please!–Mercury goes retrograde in Pisces today, where it will remain until the 28th. All the usual caveats apply–back up your electronics, buy travel insurance, postpone signing on dotted lines. Since Pisces is ruled by Neptune, the master of illusions and delusions, be patient with miscommunications and confusion of all sorts. But wait, there’s more. With this retrograde taking place in the planet of intuition and deep feelings, we’re all going to be ultra-emotional, especially as tomorrow’s new moon is also in Pisces and Mercury is conjuncting with Chiron, which governs healing and past pain. Kittens, everything’s going to hit us like a ton of bricks. Our soft underbellies will be revealed.
You know what? It’s going to be great, because where ever Mercury drops anchor, we get a crash course in how we communicate in that area of our lives. So we’re all going to get better at expressing our feelings, and learn how to move forward with our hearts, 
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not just our heads.
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