There are dark nights of the soul, but what is it called when the soul can’t sleep?
Fresh from the keyboard
Neptune, you told me that hot summer night how lonely you are marching through the darkness on your slow, blue tilt.
We won’t have another Blue Moon until January of 2018. I invite you to think about what those questions mean to you as you ponder the next three years ahead. What do you want to bring into your life? And what venom do you wish to release from it?
As I watched those from my former life happily practicing their religion, and I sat grieving after feeling like my faith had been untimely ripped from me, I wondered: Was this going to be my life? Would my life be meaningless?
This year? Oh, this year. This year was all about paradoxes.