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One of my favorite cartoons online is called “How to Adult” features a man picking out a tie, making macaroni, exercising…then sitting in a chair with a stressed look on this face with the words “don’t let the existential dread set in.” So then he gets up and vacuums the rug (see cartoon below). Everytime I see it I laugh, and then cry a little. It hits a little too close to the human experience, or at least the human experience I'm working to integrate. In graduate school one of my professors would often use the word “gravitas,” the first time he said it was the first time I had ever heard the word. I immediately felt my body sink closer to the Earth, like gravity. The word felt heavy…heavy
Thursday, August 15 @ 5:28 a.m. PT/8:28 a.m. ET/12:28 p.m. UT Opposite Venus Square Vesta Sextile Eris Plant Partners: Orchid, valerian root, birds of paradise Keywords/themes: Originality, impulse, sudden change, radical energy, divine mind, intuition, rebel, eccentricity, innovation, freedom, epiphany, defiance of authority, service to humanity, radical expression, quirky, misfit, inventor, mad scientist, groups, aspirations, possibilities Collective Unconscious: Something’s fishy about this full moon…probably because it is called the Sturgeon Moon, or it could just be Aquarius itself. Aquarius is known for its aloof nature that could be hiding how weird it actually is. Aquarius full moon
This weekend in San Francisco is the large, outdoor music festival called Outside Lands. It's odd because I think of San Francisco as a city of outsiders. Many of us black sheep who didn't belong where we were and sought greener, weird pastures beyond. I recently found this story/myth I wrote a year ago, and in an effort to share more of my personal writing and not just astrologically related stuff...figured would share it here. ---- Once upon a time there was an alien in a spiral galaxy far, far away. Everyday this alien woke up and felt disoriented, confused about where she was and why. Nothing made sense, even her family, food, the language, or anything. Sometimes at night when others wer
When I was 13 years old, a boy pushed me off a trampoline when I refused to kiss him. I fell off onto concrete and directly on my tailbone. As I hobbled off holding back tears, I was speechless and in terrible pain. I remember praying that he didn’t see me cry and witness my moment of weakness. As I walked more than a mile home, bawling about my physical and emotional discomfort, I couldn’t get over how shocked I felt by his response. I thought he was my friend. I couldn’t figure out what was worse, the pain in my hips, the seat of my femininity, or the fact that this person hurt me because I didn't do what they wanted me to do. That day has had a lasting impact on my life both consciously a
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