The external world is now merely mirroring my internal world: every morning the lines are redrawn. The paths I thought I understood yesterday are upheaved and I’m starting over.
Love from the keyboard
I wake early to screaming blue jays. It’s hot. My covers are twisted around me, having been tossed in the swim of sleep. I’m somehow not hungover and there is warm breeze coming through the window.
There are dark nights of the soul, but what is it called when the soul can’t sleep?
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?