Spirit said “If you must be ‘productive’ feel your grief” and goddamn, what a read.

I had a somatics teacher who said “I’m less interested in recreating a colorful maypole and more interested in understanding what moving together in a communal circle did for connection and embodiment so that I can bring that into daily life instead” and I feel the exact same way.

“No one can punish me for existing when I’m not afraid of myself.”

A thing I actually said out loud yesterday.

Do you “not want to know” specifics about yr European ancestry bc you enjoy the spaciousness of the unknown? Or is it bc you’re afraid of what you’ll need to grieve when you actually connect to your people?

(The grief is already there, btw. The disconnect is just blocking resources + relationships)

To love with the ferocity of fire is to let *what harms* to turn into ash and offer what *can be* the energy to emerge. It’s aliveness.

I’ve always thought my anger was hatred — so I was afraid of it. Turns out my anger is fueled by love.

I’m angry because I care. Because I’m dedicated to “no more” and “we can do better.” Because my heart is ablaze with discernment, boundaries, passion and creative visioning.

My grounding practice is I feel the hum of the earth beneath my feet and then I fist bump the sun before starting my day.

Cillian Murphy in 28 Years Later looking dead and emaciated

My houseplants watching me pour water in the coffee maker

Heavy Scorpio placements here, and I live in the desert.

Theres something starkly life/death looping about low desert. As much as I wish I lived near an ocean, the harshness of the landscape that somehow life still thrives in feels v scorpionic.