When I was a child we took regular trips to the ocean. I have crystal clear memories of beach time. Poking jellyfish with sticks we found on the beach. Running around, screaming and laughing. Collecting sea shells.
Endings. Transitions. I think for a long time I lived in fear of them. Never pathological fear, mind you. Not a phobia or an incapacitation. And when it comes down to it I think I’ve actually handled most endings and transitions in my life with a degree of ease, and as I’ve gotten older even […]
I sat down to write something about the end of Venus Retrograde. Hopefully something inspirational. What a six weeks it’s been. If I sit back and close my eyes and take myself back to March 4…my heart is flooded with so many mostly ecstatic emotions as I tune into just how much has shifted. I […]
In which I contemplated DT and “Evil” in March 2016.
In which I recognize that the “lifting of the veil” might not be some dreamy, romantic process but instead a face-shove into the realities of racism, classism and violence.
What does it mean to own our own projections? Do we really absorb other people’s frickin’ karma during sex? How the hell do we process that? And how do hierarchy, internalized shame and authentic relating play into paradigm shift? Just some minor questions for the day…
It can be so difficult to look outside of ourselves for so very many reasons. I honestly have buckets of compassion for all when I think about the ways we’ve each been wounded and how many people in my life have been rocked again and again by traumas of one kind of another.