A couple weeks ago I mentioned I read the book “Worthy” by Jamie Kern Lima and the book was launched with a 12 hour long live stream of amazing and empowering speakers. One of them was Jim Kwik, who wrote a book called “Limitless”. If you have the time and want to be inspired, google Jim Kwik and listen to one of his talks. He had a brain injury when he was in kindergarten (because another kid kicked the chair he was standing on out from under him) and he thought he was stupid most of his life. He was doing horribly in college and was going to drop out and his friend invited him to meet his dad, who told him “don’t let your education get in the way of your learning” and introduced him to biographies of some of the most powerful people in history, most of whom overcame incredible odds to accomplish what they did. Shortly thereafter, he discovered the way he learns best, and it isn’t via the methods that are typically taught in school, and life was never the same.
I had a similar experience with my daughters a decade ago, when we all took a course called “Empowerminds” created/taught by my friend, Kimberly Kassner in Michigan. You can find her on Facebook.
But hearing Jim talk really hit home because I realized in his speaking, that at this time in my life I am learning how to operate in life with letting my soul be in charge, rather than being shaped by people and things outside of myself, as I did for most of my life. This is requiring me to essentially rewire my brain by interrupting the old ways of doing and thinking, and trying new things that feel completely foreign to me. It is very challenging to not only catch the patterns and realize all they are is (bad) habits, but also to implement new ways of being that are so very different (and not based on traditional productivity and results).
The opening image in this week’s article is one of Jim’s quotes… about most people shrinking their dreams to fit their currently reality… which also really spoke to me. I have a big dream and it’s so easy to think I don’t have the means to bring it into fruition… to think I have to strategize on how to make it happen (I’ve been a good strategizer in the past)… and that often leads to me falling back on things I know how to do, but don’t want to do. And then my soul tells me not only does it not have to go that way this time, but it also is absolutely not supposed to go that way this time… to trust that I’m to go where I’m guided, when I’m guided, and the pieces will all fall into place... regardless of the fact that this feels illogical.
My cousin and I went to see the movie Cabrini last weekend. The following description is from Wikipedia: The film depicts the life of Catholic missionary Francesca Cabrini, portrayed by Cristiana Dell ‘Anna, as she encounters resistance to her charity and business efforts in New York City. The movie explores the sexism and anti-Italianism faced by Cabrini and others in New York City in the late 19th century.
I imagined what it might be like being so aligned with my purpose that I would eat, drink, sleep to bring it into fruition. Or even knowing being so moved by what my purpose is, I could at least feel like the force of moving toward it (though I do feel it starting to awaken in me more and more). Cabrini worked endlessly to be heard, at a time when men in charge had no desire to hear what a woman had to say, other than perhaps “time for dinner”. She worked endlessly in the face of racism, as an Italian immigrant trying to create a safe haven in New York city for Italian refugee children orphaned during the war and change the trajectory of their lives.
I think about how many people I’ve heard say things about all of the illegal immigrants coming across the border of Mexico, as though if not for that, life would be all rainbows and unicorns here in the USA. I wonder what it might be like some day, for those folks trying to convince God they are worthy of coming over the border to the heaven they’ve imagined for their eternities.
That we trust so little in God or the Universe or whatever divine plan is unfolding, that we think there is no room for targeted groups of “_________” (enter whatever group of undesirables you think is the culprit) trying to rob us of our happily ever after.
I don’t know the soul-utions of how to make this world work for everyone. But God? She knows why it has to all go down this way. Frankly, I’m not so sure any Mexican immigrants would even be too excited to get on over here if they knew the real situation.
It’s not entirely our faults any of us are the way we are. We are victims of our circumstances, and our victimizers are victims of their circumstances, and so “back” and so on “even further back”.
But what to do about it? Is there anything we can do? As far as I know, becoming more conscious is the only way those buried things inside of us can be revealed to us, at least so far. In other words, it’s not everyone outside of you adding to your misery, it’s everyone still inside of you.
I’ve taken to fasting several days every month. For one it’s amazing for my health and for two, food is so dang expensive, it’s making it easier as I think about the money I also save as a result! I’ve fasted for a few days before a few times I’ve traveled via airplane lately, and I truly believe it is added protection against germs to go into those situations in a healing state rather than a potentially more vulnerable state. I learned so much valuable information about fasting in Mindy Peltz’s book “Fast Like a Girl”.
Anyway, the second day I was pecking at working on this article, was the first day of what I planned to be a 3-4 day fast. The first day is always the hardest, which each consecutive day thereafter, usually much easier. I had written for a few hours and I wanted to eat sooooo bad, but to be honest, I was not the least bit hungry for food, but was very hungry for comfort. But I’m still learning how to give myself comfort in new ways that actually result in comfort, rather than ways that trigger a cycle of shame. Never having experienced how to nurture myself prior to now, the trickiest part may be noticing the pattern before it has a chance to engage. Because I refused to give in to the food, I eventually realized I was just getting work/creativity fatigued, as I flashed to the many times in the past I’ve pushed through anyway, comforting myself with a muffin in order to do so, because for whatever reason, taking a break was never an option to me, as though I wasn’t deserving of a break until I was officially “done”, which is pretty much never, hence the number of muffins I’ve had to consume as a result.
Another thing I used to reach for early afternoon was a second cup of coffee, but the last time I fasted for 3 days (which also greatly increases my energy by each day fasted) I had a cup of coffee in the afternoon on the 1st day of the fast, when I tend to be more tired than usual, and I found I was wired by the caffeine, but also incredibly tired underneath the fake buzz of energy, and couldn’t take a nap….so I was doubly miserable not able to sleep OR push through something I was in obviously in need of a break from.
I love my morning cup of coffee, but about two weeks ago, I switched from having a 2nd cup in the early afternoon and replaced it with having a mushroom based coffee alternative. I’ve tried to be a tea drinker numerous times in the past, and I’m not a fan. But the mushroom alternatives (Ryze regular, matcha, and creamer) I bought have a lot more substance to them similar to actual coffee with less caffeine, but also numerous mushroom strands that seem to give me a totally different boost, including increased focus. Not gonna lie, the first cup was questionable, but I figured out I really like it with a little honey, cinnamon and either coconut or heavy cream…whip it all together with a mini electric whisk… and it’s quite tasty! I’ve wanted to try it for at least a year and I’m glad I finally did.
So, this time I had my Ryze coffee, which helped for a couple hours, but then I was losing steam again. Now what? In the past, I would take every single one of these declines in energy as proof I wasn’t “good enough” to be doing whatever it is I was trying to do…and I might spiral into abyss of hopelessness for a while, until I could collect my shit together again.
Never would I have interpreted it as needing to step away for a bit. That doing something different (and fun) for a while would have me be able to continue just as passionately when the time was right.
But this time, I knew “nothing’s wrong with me” I just need to do something else for a while. Yay… a new brain neuropathway must be starting to get strengthened, which will allow for the old one to die off from not being used!!!!
I realized in the past, I’ve had only two speeds, “on” or “burnout”. But burnout doesn’t just mean exhausted physically, which I’ve worked through plenty of times throughout my life, but it also means just needing a break from whatever is right in front of me….burnout isn’t a life sentence, like I worried it might be. It doesn’t mean I’m not capable. It just means I NEED AN F’G BREAK. Such a relief.
This huge lightbulb went on that I just hadn’t yet learned what it means to take breaks of real value.
A burnout break meant hanging it up altogether, usually in defeat, rather than a choice.
I had no idea I judged breaks so negatively. For years, I’ve worked through lunch because I’d rather get it done and just leave work earlier, unless I had something I needed to get done around lunch time, which also wasn’t a break. But the problem was not only did I not take a break for lunch, I rarely left early either.
No wonder I’ve used food and coffee for comfort, so I could keep plowing through full speed ahead.
I’ve always felt like a break will come when I’m done. As though prior to that, I don’t deserve a break or I won’t truly be able to relax with whatever hanging over my ahead, but I’m not judging not being done anymore, and trusting more that things (my book) will get done when it’s supposed to get done.
Anyway, I’ve kept myself in a perpetual state of un-done-ness. Not done, is not good enough. Not deserving of a break until I’m done, which I never am.
This time, I had an understanding… my body needs to move and my brain needs to rest. It was just last week that I wrote my new discovery that certain brains process best at rest. So, while writing that fatigue set in, I thought I need to mix up my energy, and I noticed there was nothing readily accessible and fun for me to engage in. I don’t have a supply of rocks to paint hearts on. I ordered more wire for gemstone plant spirals I make for my cousin’s plants, but it hadn’t arrived yet. I literally did not know what to do with myself for entertainment. I didn’t want to watch a movie, because that is more checked out than I wanted to be, and I prefer to do more in the evening when I don’t want to continue writing soon. Scrolling through my phone was wearing on my nerves, and a quasi-break at best, and that’s something I more prefer to do as a brief distraction vs. getting lost in that for an hour.
BE, BE, BE, BE, BE … not DO, DO, DO, DO, DO. How to be?????
It occured to me I am truly meeting myself for the first time, because I’ve had this underlying BS running the show, of never being “enough”, but now I’m meeting these patterns from a place of knowing my worth. So, I cut myself some slack and decided not to push through, but take a true break and not a break I’ve deemed more worthy (like meditating or yoga) but whatever the heck I feel like doing. What would bring me joy? Would it be watching a movie? I love movies. This week my cousin and I watched Kung Fu Panda 1 and 2. I can’t wait to watch the 3rd one, and it was all triggered by seeing a preview at the showing of Cabrini, that said Kung Fu Panda 4 will be out this summer. I’d only ever had seen the 1st one with my daughters when it came out in 2008. OMG, they were 6 and 4 at the time and I remember we all loved it.
But back to the moment in time when I was realizing I was writing fatigued and needed to truly give my brain a break, I went outside and sat on the ground for what I thought would be 5-10 minutes, but it felt sooooo goodto feel the breeze and sun on my face that I ended up being out there for 30 minutes. During that time, I listened to a recording of “what literary agents look for” by Lucinda Halpern who wrote a book called “Get Signed”. I was a little hesitant if I should listen to something that might spiral my mind into feeling like I don’t have what it takes, but I was also thinking about something I heard Anthony Robbins say recently, that people learn better if an emotion is attached to what they are learning. It’s why he (and a lot of other people) play loud music and encourage moving or dancing at their events. I was feeling wonderful out there, and there was a lot of valuable information in her presentation. When I went back in the house, I realized I would benefit from a nap, so I slept for 30 minutes, and when I got up I was completely refreshed and wrote effortlessly (research points in relation to the book) for a few more hours!
I love though, how she looks to be cutting a piece of pie in this meme, since the old me meme would be like “First I say Fuck It, then I eat a piece of pie”
I started writing this weekly article earlier in the week because I’d like to potentially start posting them earlier, and I was already having a lot I wanted to say by the day after my last post. Also, I decided to fly to Michigan to surprise my dad for his birthday. He is dating someone whom he really likes, and he has been driving me crazy that he wants me to meet her. I’m going again in early May when he has to have a medical procedure done and the plan was that I would meet her then, but even with that he keeps bringing it up. I knew her daughter is the bartender at the bar he always goes to, and I met her on a fluke last time I was in town, so I called her at the bar and left my number with her to give to her mom who called me a few days later and we arranged for her and my dad to be out to dinner, where I could walk in unexpectedly to him, coming straight from the airport.
Anyway, getting to Detroit was kind of a cluster funk. Flying standby, I had to change route plans a few times, due to it looking like there wouldn’t be enough seats on the first flight I booked, then the flight I had changed to was expected to have weather delays, then it finally worked out perfect to come in connecting via Chicago. It’s been a long time since I’ve gone through O’Hare, and it stinks as far as having good places to set up and work from a laptop. The Dallas airport, which I typically connect through has at least 6-8 seats with desktop space and charging stations at every gate. I walked from my arrival gate, through sections H & K all the way to the end and saw only one gate with a setup like that and all 6 seats were full. Ugh. I had a 5-hour layover and didn’t want to try to write with my laptop in my lap, because despite the name, that doesn’t work so well.
On that entire walk, I saw one random table with two chairs against a wall, but a guy was sitting there with his stuff spread out and it didn’t look like he would be leaving anytime soon. I sat down in a nearby gate to at least regroup and drink the coffee I had just purchased. I was going to look up a map of the airport and see if there was somewhere else I could go, though I wasn’t too keen on leaving the gate area I would ultimately need to be at.
When I was done, I got up figuring I would walk back to the 6 person desk station, a 10 minutes or so away, and see if there was now an open spot. I was bummed that two different people were now at the table I had seen, since I hadn’t kept an eye on it sure the other guy wasn’t moving. I was almost at the very end of the line of the K gates, and decided I’d walk to the very end to be sure before I turned around to go the direction from which I had come. In doing so, I noticed a hallway going toward an employee training area and I walked toward it just for the heck of it. Low and behold there was another, empty, table and two chairs in this nice peaceful corridor, with an outlet to boot. This was a lovely little miracle, and I was grateful that I had kept a positive attitude about it, as though I knew ultimately I would find a space that would work for me. I parked myself there for 4 hours.
I had a lucid dream maybe 10 years ago that I was walking down the street and was told to not look to the left and the right, my heart aching at the downtrodden in some cases, and feeling repelled by others, hoping they didn’t reach out for whatever reasons. I was shown that the people I was supposed to connect with would be obvious. While it is always good to be humane and compassionate, we aren’t “assigned” to every sad situation we come across in life. As I walked along, everyone all around appeared in monochrome and as though being seen through a blurry, out of focus camera lens, but then someone reached out to me that was full color, completely in focus. This dream was telling me to trust we meet who we need to meet, when we need to meet them.
Just a side note before I continue, I wrote that above paragraph a few days ago, I’m not even sure why, but I write a lot of things that I ultimately end up deleting if they don’t expand into more or not fitting with the overall theme the article transcends into.
But on this day, at the airport, having sat in my little oasis for 2 hours, I noticed a girl walk up and plug her phone into an outlet across the corridor from me. I had only seen maybe 3-4 passengers actually even come part of the way into that corridor the whole time I had been there. But then, I noticed, she was walking away and for whatever reason I looked at her and noticed she seemed very flustered. Ugh, I bet the outlet doesn’t work. I asked her if she needed an outlet, and she said yes. I said my phone and laptop are done charging, and this outlet is loose, but it works. The one she had tried had been too loose for her charger to stay in. I invited her to sit down, which to be honest, was unusual for me because I’d just assume not talk to anyone when I’m in any airport, and I had two hours left before I had to go to my gate during which I hoped to finish this article.
Instead, we had the most amazing conversation for even beyond the two hours I had planned to be there and didn’t write even one more single word. She is 26 years old, and she had missed her flight this morning and had been bumped around standby flights hoping to still be able to meet her parents and siblings in Los Angeles for a vacation.
She was raised in Michigan, and now she lives in Virginia, 2 hours max from where I am planning on moving. She worked for AmeriCorps for a few years and had the most interesting stories. One, in particular, was about having helped with Mexican refugees in 2021 and seeing a woman give birth on a bus, after which the baby died because no one had the means to help and had experienced firsthand the sorrow the woman endured in the moments and aftermath of this happening, and seeing her husband trying to console her while in the midst of his pain. Knowing they were both probably afraid to be in a new country with no idea the fate of their future, speaking little English. These are human beings trying to make their lives better, like my ancestors and so many of the ancestors of people I personally know hoped to (and did do) coming from Europe.
We talked about regenerative farming, trauma healing via yoga and meditation, her girlfriend of 5 years, her feeling drawn to possibly live in India, astrology, patriarchy, fawning and freezing, sexual healing (like sooooo many she was sexually abused as a child by an adult) AmeriCorps, Michigan, the trip she was taking with her family (which is going to be very similar to the trip I took with my aunt and my daughters where the seed was planted for us to move from Michigan to the mountains in Colorado). I wrote a whole page of notes for her, contacts I felt she needed to meet, and I told her I was sure our paths would be crossing again in the future. I’d love to have her work at the healing village I envision for women and she said she’d love to be a part of it. She said she was sure our meeting was the reason she had missed her flight and I hadn’t even thought of this until my cousin mentioned it, but no doubt this is why I had run into so many problems trying to get to Michigan. I had asked myself if I was supposed to go to Michigan (because I really felt my soul was nudging me to do so even though it wasn’t really convenient) then why was it so challenging to get there this time…but never had I spun that as trusting I was being redirected for a reason in the divine unfolding.
I can honestly say, there isn’t anyone else in the world I would have rather been talking to, much less meeting by happenstance (er, uh, divine intervention) at the airport!
I imagine a rolling landscape full of little dome houses where women can have their own little womb to rebirth themselves… a retreat away from the world, in a private space to process the healing and learning they are experiencing. Plus, I’m a huge fan of the phlox surrounding this particular style pre-fab house that a friend of mine’s friend manufactures. They are about $65,000 apiece delivered and built, so I’m going to need a lot of money to build at least 20 of them to start. They are about 1,200 square feet including the upstairs, though I think we could get by with them being ½ the size.
Prior to inviting my new friend to sit down at my table, I had been reviewing another friend’s website and writing in which she had mentioned how so many of our quasi leaders in this country are LINOs “Leaders in Name Only” and that instead pointed out others who have true leadership skills as shown by example. Two of them, Jose Andres and Gustavo Dudamel, I decided to look up for inspiration. I talk about them both below and saw what drove them was not fame, money or validation from others, but the passion for what they do and why they do it. I asked myself, what is my passion, knowing the importance of homing in on it to tap the energy of bringing it into fruition.
My passion is helping women be free from the constraints of their lives (unencumbered by societal expectations and obligations) and 100% supported to be able to heal… to detoxify from the myth that domestication (and a man to serve) is the best they can hope for, but rather that it actually instead blocks them (intentionally) from ever getting in touch with their true self.
Disclaimer… this isn’t anti man, but it is absolutely pro woman and it does require de-centering the aforementioned.
Because I know so many adults won’t believe it is possible, much less choose to heal, as a result of being too deep into the brainwashing, I have a sense that I could ultimately work with teen girls who are rescued victims of sex trafficking once that bullshit network crumbles and no one knows how to help them, primarily because only those truly healed will be able to do so...
The first man I read about was Jose Andres of World Central Kitchen fame, not that he cares one bit about the fame part. He is at the helm of emergency food response for crisis situations around the world where people are in desperate need of food and water. What really got my blood flowing was what he said in the YouTube video I linked below “Feed everybody as quick as you can. Not until you have everything ready to do it. Food and water is now. Don’t tell me you are waiting until you have everything ready to do it. It has to be urgent. We didn’t have enough trays. We didn’t have enough plates. We didn’t have enough knives. We didn’t have enough hands. But we began. Anything else would take too much time.”
OMG this is so true. When I imagine my dream, I imagine winning the lottery so I can buy the land and hire the help to get it done. But being that could likely never happen, I have to start somewhere, even if it is just getting myself to where I feel I’m being called to go, and once I’m there I can wait for the rest of the pieces to show up. And by the time they are needed, they will. In fact, they always have. I love that the quote below is about food, because though I’ve never been legitimately starving in my entire life, it has been such a great source of comfort. I can imagine for someone truly starving, while also seeing their life torn to shreds in front of them, that getting a meal can be the first glimmer of hope.
Jose Andres, World Central Kitchen
The next person I googled to read about, inspired by my friend’s writing, was Gustavo Dudamel. He was raised in a poverty-stricken area and credits music to saving him from lesser choices he could have made. He is a Venezuelan conductor and violinist. He became internationally recognized in his 20s and is scheduled to become Music and Artistic Director of the New York Philharmonic in 2026, at which time he will be 45 years old, but most impressive to me is how he was inspired by having joined “El Sistema” at the age of 10, and by age 12 he was given an assistant conductor position, and by the next year he had his own chamber orchestra. Venezuela’s “El Sistema” was started in 1975 by visionary economist, organist and polictician Jose Antonio Abreu, with 5 children in a parking garage. Almost 5 decades later, over half a million children, most living below the poverty line, have grown up in the orchestras of El Sistema.
GustavoDudamel.com
I think why this story appealed to me so much is because when I was in 4th grade, first realizing myself in relation to others around me, and coming up decidedly short, I was chosen as a last-minute participant for my elementary school’s orchestra program. Another girl had opted out, and by a raise of almost everyone in my classroom, by the grace of God I was chosen. I didn’t even know what it meant; I just knew I wanted to do it. I had never heard nor seen an orchestra play before. Next thing I know, my bony arms, inclusive of a wonky elbow from having had two broken arms and surgery the year prior (which quickly stunted my hopes of being an Olympic hopeful shortly after having just learned to do a front flip) were being fitted with trying to hold a violen.
I practiced diligently (which must have been hell for my parents) and I distinctly remember my first concert for the parents and hearing many of the parents laughing at one point, which I thought was because they were enjoying it so much. Years later (thankfully) my mom would tell me it was because my feet didn’t reach the ground and I was apparently swinging my legs rapidly back and forth during a crescendo in the music. To this day I love the sound of a good orchestra piece. I almost always listen to classical music when I’m writing (specifically the playlist “classical music for study” on Spotify). It’s been proven that such music changes the brain. Apparently it precedes the brains ability to be hyper focused/hyperattentive, in other words, it causes relaxation.
After playing the violin for 2 years in elementary school, I went on to play for 3 more years in junior high school. I stopped playing thereafter, because 1) I didn’t want to have to practice every day after school and walk home alone rather than with my friends, 2) a mile is a long way to have to carry a violin case in addition to a stack of books, and for some reason no one had thought to use backpacks back in those days and 3) I thought playing the violin would make me look less cool, and I really wanted to be cool.
When I had started junior high school, there weren’t enough school violins for me to be able to play and the larger sized viola didn’t really work for my elbow situation, so my parents took me to a music store and purchased a violin on a payment plan. I remember being so grateful. I had that violin for 20 years thereafter, never quite being able to part with it. I could have sold it for around $100, but by the time I realized that I didn’t need the extra money. At one point, while working for the MLM company as a financial planner, I had the opportunity to train this guy named Dan. He was a short, odd looking, man (me being particularly judgmental at the time) and as was typical, our first training appointment was with his family. So, I met his wife and 3 daughters. I thought he and his wife were even more of an odd-looking couple, but I absolutely loved how sweet they were with each other. No doubt, it was my first experience of unconditional, true love. And they were both such amazing parents. Dan was a singer in his church choir and had gone to college for music. His daughters were all in the youth choir as well. We were out to go on other training appointments on the day he told me this, and I asked him to sing something. I was floored when he belted out a booming rendition of some popular chorus tune in the most amazing operatic voice.
Later he told me he was trying to earn enough money to buy his daughter a violin, because her dream was to be a violinist and to be in her school’s orchestra, you had to have your own instrument. Unfortunately, by this time, I knew he had no hope of surviving in our dog-eat-dog business, and my heart ached at his tight financial position and desire to provide more for his family. On our next and last appointment together, I brought in my old student-sized violin and told him it should be the perfect starter for his daughter and all it needed was a string tune up. We both cried. He hung around coming to the financial classes we taught for a while, just so he could make better investment choices for his family. I hope wherever he might be at this point in life, since his daughters would all be well into adulthood by now, that they are thriving and still enjoying singing together.
This is me at the restaurant where I surprised my dad for his birthday (weekend) and met his girlfriend for the first time. She was in on the surprise. Her name is Cindy which I think my mom (now in heaven) had a hand in (since her name is Cindy, as well) and no doubt she is happy he is happy, but that also giggling like a schoolgirl that he would be continued to be reminded of her in such a way. Also pictured, is my ex-husband, who picked me up from the airport and will also be dropping me back off. For the sake of my daughter, I am 100% responsible for having maintained that relationship on a platonic level, despite many justifiable reasons for not doing so.
Also, one last thing before I end this week’s meandering. March 24 is the lunar eclipse in Libra. I don’t know enough about the specifics of astrology to do anything other than give you an overall description using others’ words below, but I find what is going on in the planet placement of my birth chart in comparison to what is going on in the planets currently, often very helpful to me.
As a reminder, you can run your free birth chart at Astro.com to start getting an overall understanding of astrology if you don’t already know. This will tell you what planets were in each of the 12 houses at the time you were born. Then, I will do things like google “Effects of Lunar Eclipse in Libra in the 5th house (because that is where Libra is in my birth chart, so the lunar eclipse in Libra is most going to affect me there). The 5thhouse is personal creativity, and the house of romance, children, fun and creativity.
Anyway, generally speaking, according to astrology.com, this current lunar eclipse should be one of the most romantically charged nights of the year, because Libra governs matters of the heart, so the energy of that can be used to reflect on your closest relationships (not just romantic), finding gratitude in those that ground, encourage, and inspire you. This would be a good time to find ways to improve as a companion and also a good time to articulate what you need as a friend or significant other, especially if you have a tendency to keep such desires under wraps (especially if you haven’t considered what is really important to you in relationships and how your current relationships may or may not truly be a good fit for your soul).
Eclipses present an opportunity to break cycles and release what’s not working. With so much energy of the coming lunar eclipse focused on partnerships, tensions could accumulate to unavoidable conflict, but also, this provides a chance to mend broken situations for good if both parties are accountable for their actions and willing to change.
Generic warning… watch out for submission in the name of cultivating harmony. Where are you adulterating yourself? Being inauthentic in order to reap some benefit you don’t think you can do without? Being a doormat? The effects of which will be felt through early April and the solar eclipse on 4/8. Thank you, Aries! (i.e. you can google which house of your chart Aries is located to see how in what areas of that house are likely to be most affected for you).
I got this graphic from a cool YouTube video that actually shows the movement of the moon and how the eclipse crosses the nodes and Libra. If you search “Lunar Nodes and Eclipse/Applied Geometry/Celestial Physics” you can check it out. My goodness, someone went through a lot of work to create the graphic presentation and if I had those skills, my YouTube videos would be so much better lol.
Think deeply about where you stand within difficult situations. Though it may seem appealing to put a band-aid on situations via olive branches and apologies, it won’t serve you in the long run if you harbor a secret chip on your shoulder. Either invest fully to get to the heart of the issue or find an exit strategy.
Astrologist, Lisa Stardust, wrote in Teen Vogue (via yahoo!life where I read it), that the Lunar Nodes of Destiny (which are also transiting during this lunar eclipse) depict the journey we go through for the 1.5 years the nodes orbit in pairs. Since July 17, 2023 this pair has been the Aries-Libra axis. These nodes show us where our karma is currently playing out.
The North Node of Destiny (what we are moving toward), is currently in Aries, telling us we must pull in more endeavors that focus on ourselves, be selfish (if that’s how you need to think of it), put ourselves first.
The South Node of Destiny (what we are moving away from) is currently in Libra and pushing us to release outdated relationship beliefs.
The characteristics of this particular node pair axis is interestingly much of what my book in progress is about, “When You Feel Like You Always Get the Short End of the Dick”, so I appreciate the planetary nudge in helping me to get it done.
With the North Node in Aries, it’s all about connecting with what we love, what speaks to our heart on the soulful level. And because the South Node is in Libra, it is pushing us not to overthink and stop trying to make things work that aren’t.
I am only in Michigan for 2 days and 3 nights, so I will be getting home Sunday morning, which is why I diligently worked to get this done and posted Saturday morning this week, so I could enjoy my last day here and going to dinner with my dad and Cindy again tonight.
Being that I’m most interested in reaching new levels of loving myself at this point in life, I plan to romanticize myself! I will be running a hot bath with Epsom salts and lavender essential oil. I’m going to light a candle and turn the lights off and deeply relax in the hot, steamy water! And thank you, Miley Cyrus, I will also be buying myself flowers!
I hope you also connect with your soul, do something deeply meaningful for yourself, as well as something toward releasing old, outdated relationship beliefs! AND buy yourself flowers!!
As always, I do apologize for any missed grammatical or typographical errors. I don’t often go through my words with the fine tooth comb someone perhaps should when publishing publicly, but it isn’t due to lack of love for the readers as much as it is growing love for myself and everything else that I want to do, that doesn’t include proofreading my words to death. I’m hoping you will grant me the grace to read past them.
~ So much love to every single one of you!!!
I've also been a faster. In my twenties, I used to fast every Monday and once or twice a year do a 10 day fast. I was never sick once during that time. In my forties, I went back to doing a 7-10 day fast once a year, which later morphed into intermittent fasting. I believe in the health and clarity benefits.
I never knew you played the violin! Gifting it to that family was such an act of loving kindness and generosity. I love your vision of the dome houses where women and teens can rebirth themselves, and meeting the 26-year-old in the airport who may help you bring that to life was definitely divine intervention!