Good Morning, my Darlings!
This is just a quick post,
to tell you that I love you.
I began this blog just before the Winter holidays, and I can't believe how it's all grown... in, what, seven months? You've all been so supportive, and I can never thank you enough for that.
I've been getting some incredibly sweet notes, tweets, private messages from you, and it just breaks my heart wide open to know how much love you have, and how beautiful, talented, and awesome you all are.
You say that I inspire you, but, hell, you all inspire me!
I have SO much more in store for you...you can't even imagine how I lie awake thinking of all the gorgeous things I want us to share. Many of you don't know this, but I am writing not one, but TWO books right now, holding down a survival job, dreaming up ideas for videos, blog radio, more teas and oils, beauty potions, kitchen goodies...this list is endless.
And when I get overwhelmed, you're there. You cheer me on.
I'm getting super emotional right now,
I'll just wish you all the most incredible day,
and blow you kisses,
and thank my lucky stars we've found each other.
I love you.
Connect to the Cosmos.
The evolution within, expanding outward.
The natural progression of time,
the stars and planets...
You are part of the Whole,
letting go, surrendering...
with this Full Moon,
on this powerful Friday the 13th,
what changes are happening within You?
What is shifting, that you cannot control?
How are you changing, stepping out of the old,
and into something entirely new?
What are you holding on to,
that needs to be released?
Let's talk in the comments below.
I love you.
You're not alone.
This crazy world is spinning so fast,
and change will find us,
so let's meet it head on.
In high heels.
"I postulate that cats started as psychic companions, as Familiars, and have never deviated from this function.”
-William S. Burroughs, The Cat Inside
As we love and honor the Ancient Ones,
our Guides and Teachers,
My heart to You,
Sometimes you just don’t see it coming...
All your intuitions are tuned to the cosmic radio stations, but you just don’t get the full frequency.
Until you do.
And then you don’t know what the hell to do.
The solar eclipse brought news: My stepfather is dying.
Late stage cancer is consuming his body, while “treatments” destroy what little is left, and steroids turn his anger and fear up full volume.
He has always been a difficult person to love. And I love him still.
Warm and ornery, genuine and unbelievable, a continent-sized ego piloted by an intense need for attention, he has been my ally and comrade, my enemy, my dear father, and a complete stranger.
And as I watch him deteriorate, I am aware that the Buddhist monks (as always) have it figured out: Cancer is, indeed, the Hell Realm.
I see so much fear and confusion in his eyes. He has no understanding of the work that must be done before death. He doesn’t see how what we do here carries into the next life. The only blessing here is that my mother is beginning to get it. And for this I am grateful.
Through times like these, it can be really hard to remember your own well being. These are the prime moments to sink back into bad habits, let stress take center stage, eat poorly, and allow intense frustration and upset to create a downward spiral into self pity, depression, and rage. But here’s the thing: The Cosmos gives us, during these most trying times, the purrfect opportunity to remember our own health, the ability to not become the effect of genetics or conditioning.
Here’s where we make a massive effort to eat well, to sleep, to find quiet space in the craziest and most turbulent days to get outside and let nature into our hearts. We have to.
I’ve kind of gone into this survival mode of fresh juices, lots of shake elixirs, ‘cause I don’t know about you, but at the first sign of upset my insides go haywire. The ulcer I contracted when I eighteen (!) flares up like a mofo. I can’t eat, but when I do, I invariably reach for something weird, like a full-sugar/wheat muffin...something I wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole on any other day, the kind of thing I rally against as part of my career, and my lifestyle. This is what stress, and unconcious eating can do to us. F**k that.
So, we make the best choices we can, whether we’re stuck in a hospital for eighteen hours, or just blindly getting through a day.
I been putting myself to bed absurdly early, whenever I can, because I need every ounce of my strength right now. I keep my bag stuffed with raw nuts, dried fruits, cacao beans. I'm downing copious amounts of kombucha, kefir, and water with a little of Contessa's lemon essential oil. The rote fix right now would be to mainline coffee, which would only add to my stress and fire up my ulcer...so, no.
I remember to get air, and sun, and stars...even for just a moment.
'Cause the dandelions are everywhere.
My Loves, if any of you are having a similar experience, or have stories to share, I would so like to hear them in the comments below. And any help I can give you to stay afloat, to keep well and sane, by all means, just ask.
And thank you for giving me this space to open up and tell you what's going on. (I'm an Aries with a double Scorpio, so I don't admit defeat easily. And I prefer mystery to baring my soul).
I’ll see you next week. And we’ll kick ass.
To Your Beautiful Health and Well-Being, now and always.
I really love you.
You made my birthday f**king fabulous.
You gave me love and good wishes, sweet messages and brilliant emails, made me laugh and smile...
And you sent me PRESENTS!!!
This arrived a few days early, from my beloved Kali. She's a sister from way back. And she knows me like, well, a book.
Tucked inside its worn pages were secrets only she could send.
And a note.
She said the damsel on the cover looked like me, even down to the "Moroccan dudes in the background."
I love this girl.
The next day, my man came in from a day of recording with a tiny confection wrapped in layers of pink tissue and ribbons. My dearest Beth had sent it home with him for me.
It's Femlin, the party joke girl from the back of vintage Playboy's! (Also someone I wanted to be when I grew up, which I can tell you now that you know of my obsession with that iconic magazine).
How cool is this?
Beth, you seriously get it. You are amazing.
As if that weren't enough...
Day of, Girlcat was presented this gorgeous bauble,
My darling fireball Emma made this cosmic ring of glitterspheres with her own delicate hands!
There's an "A" and a flower.
How did I get so lucky?
All these Goddesses around me.
And one Satyr from another life...
This number was sent by the ghost of Brian Jones himself.
Best gift of all?
Time spent with this one.
You got my heart...
We bid you adieu, Lady Winter.
You were especially fierce this time around.
You taught us a thing or two.
Until we meet again...
Stargazers and Moonbathers,
My Loves, one and all,
Spring is tempting us with her nearness...
Adventures to be had,
Writhing in the grass, amidst wild herbs and flowers,
Kisses from sweet dewdrops, licked by the winds...
A Full Moon in Virgo comes to us this weekend,
Time to focus on our good health, my Gorgeous Ones.
Are you with me?
Take my tiny paw.
I'll purr to you...
"Let's do it together."
"A forest bird never wants a cage."
If you need to find me,
I'll be lying on the forest floor...
"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it."
Tell me all your wicked little secrets,
your sauciest stories,
the most deliciously clandestine moments,
that inhabit your daydreams...
Don't be shy.
I won't tell a soul.
Love. Love. Love.