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This time last year.
Aries Moon.
Was not fucking around.
365 days, 13 moons, 4 seasons, 2 countries, 1 career, 1 old love, 1 new love, countless heartbreaks, final straws, and identities later we have arrived at the now.
I can't say that I recall buying a ticket to this roller-coaster ride, some 4.5 years ago.
Nor do I remember hopping on the sparkly seat of Saturn Returning.
But once things got started it seems the best I could do was buckle up, hang on, try not to lose my lunch, and wait for the welcome relief of the finish line.
...but the finish line keeps moving, which doesn't seem legal....
Sometimes in life, it just takes some huevos* to get the job done.
* which, contrary to popular usage, when speaking in biological terms applies more aptly to the female anatomy than the male.
Gifts from the heart held close to the heart.
To be clear: It is Komoda donuts that are to be transported as tokens of appreciation from Maui to other islands NOT Krispy Kreme.
It's just how it's done.
For serious.
How we went from commemorating our dead to consuming copious confections.
Such a distracting little ghoul that capitalism is.
This side of the veil, CA
Van Gogh would be pleased.
DeHaven Creek, CA
And just like that.
It all changes.
A spiritual miscarriage.
Another arrow in the quiver.
A new step in the evolution.
One step closer to the infinite.
How emptiness can be such an affirmation for fullness past.
Zero Point Field, Infinity
I'm not a gambler.
Nor did I recognize walking into a casino.
Though the lights were sparkly, the people beautiful, the air thin, and the spirits in full glory.
No amount of fortune telling could give this gypsy the answer she thinks she wants to know...she thinks.
Patience and mindfulness.
Those are the keys.
As per always.
This lesson never gets old does it, Universe?
Cute.
Bardo, CA
...was on a mission.
Wasting no time.
Straight to business.
Tuned to the manifestation station.
Rearing his ram horns, "Evolution, bitch. You think shifting the paradigm into the new world is all unicorns and glitter? Now dig till you hit the core!"
Well...
Fine.
Good thing I carry my own shovel.
Mendocino, CA
Sage, cedar, tobacco.
Blood, flesh, tears.
Into the fire.
Into the earth.
Into the Redwoods, CA
Coming together to bless life and creation.
Vision Way, CA
Rusty locks learning again what it is to open.
Don't underestimate the power of existential examination thru isolation...and WD-40.
Little River, CA
Just surrender into it.
What other option is there?
Parallels.
Terribly insidious.
Attractive on the surface...a horror under closer examination.
Rubs off to develop in secret, silently spreading it's infectiousness upon all it comes in contact with.
Growing beyond its sustainable limits, like a parasite, killing the host in a short-sighted slow death kamikaze mission.
Seemingly omnipresent...yet not impossible to destroy.
I've had luck avoiding the former and am working to liberate myself from the latter.
Navarro Ranch, CA
So, 16 days later the government decided to turn back on.
I feel our country is being Punked by Kafka and Orwell. Just two little macabre and melancholy angels hiding behind a bush with (G)od, watching their elaborate prank unfold.
You guys can come out now.
We get it.
You were right.
Haha. Cute.
Now make it stop.
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Still,
the sun rises
and sets.
Until it swallows us whole.
And repeat.
There's comfort in infinite finality.
Perched on a Ridge, CA
