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Clap Your Hands, Here Comes Ella

All hail Ella Fitzgerald, who would have turned 103 today and whose practical magic we all need. Hard-working and ever-radiant, Lady Fitzgerald was a true Taurus goddess who never wallowed in despair no matter how rough life could be. Instead, she dove into those hard places and brought us all back up with her, channeling them only to deepen the joy that rang in her every song. With Ella, there were never “too many notes” because her spirit knew no bounds. So if you’re feeling blue on this Saturday spring night—and who among us is not?—put her on your emotional turntable. Soon enough you’ll look like Dizzy in this picture—swooning over her peony-explosion of a voice, the spring eternal in her scat.

The Church of Gentle Luxury

I’m sitting with Grace by the window in a treasure trove of sunlight and clouds–of white fur and pleather cubes, and a sapphire velvet chaise lounge draped with blue-flowered and animal-printed pillows and throws. Joni is spilling over both of us and I’m trying to figure out which of us—me, Grace, maybe even Joni–fashioned this little alcove. The question fills me with more pleasure than the morning already has. Which is a lot, actually.

It sounds ridiculous, suggesting my cat arranged fabrics and furniture to create this robin’s egg dreamscape by the window. Can’t you see her dragging everything in her cunning little teeth? But if she didn’t actively arrange this child’s dream turned inside out, she certainly inspired it with her perfectly composed paws, her caramel stripes and gleaming eyes. With how she absorbs and exudes beauty.

God I love her. I have zero idea how I’d do intuition work or anything else without her practicalmagic, anything without her reikitty paws-on healing.
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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 →

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