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The Church of Aretha and Apple Music

I wake, tears slipping down my face because of yesterday’s disappointment, love lost before it could be found. But also: spinal discs slipping back into place, master healers having manipulated muscle and tissue as I submitted to magic sleep.

I feel better and worse–the human condition, don’t you know.

My heart aches: The sadness of not being held by someone I’d hoped could handle my rawest and shiniest states. Fear about my health and ragged humanity, all our future. Rage about ego, all that ego, run amok. Grace gone when we get afraid.

My heart soars: Hope and her sweet and sundry ways. Coffee, blue divan, the sun’s glorious ascent from my small city window. I turn on music and let the shuffle gods sermonize as I take their holy-holy communion. Continue Reading →

Forever Our Prince

If you’re feeling extra magic muscling you through this TGIF, that’s Prince for sure. Today would have been his 61st birthday, which makes this date National Prince Day forever, and that’s a mighty long time. Goddess knows he’s not releasing his hold on us, and that’s because he never did while he shared our plane. Til the end he listened better than anybody and moved everything–pelvises, hearts, heads. Til the end he never devolved into a mockery or monster. Til the end he offered a profoundly universal intimacy. Til the end he was old-soul transcendent and new-world bawdy, what with his beautiful, poly-everything, Gem-in-Gemini originality. And now he reigns as a third-eye winking where you least expect it and most need it. He’s showing us what silence looks like.

Teach Me Tonight (NSFW, O My)

I’ve been trying to figure out who to sleep with next–really, who to be attracted to. As if we have control in that department.

I always tell my Ruby Intuition clients the best you can hope for is a version 2.0 of what’s erotically imprinted on you. I’ve seen those relationships borne out of someone stubbornly trying Not to Date Mom or Dad and, boy o boy, the no-sex vibe is stronger than Prince’s pheromones are even now.

Strong.

As usual, my shrink has useful advice. She says, “The minute you get that Child feeling, get out.” She means that when I get that desperate, pay-attention-to-me-daddy! feeling around a paramour, I should cut it off. Because once again I have fallen for a charismatic narcissist who would rather drown me in their black hole than make our dynamics about anything other than their ego. Continue Reading →

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