Is it worth it to live this way?
She ponders some days
Why can’t I grow a shell like the crabs and turtles that live here?
Why must I be so vulnerable to the Sea?
In a time when we are exposed to, and can have relationships with, a population of people around the world never before imaginable, why then turn around and limit ourselves because of this very same geographical distance?
I don’t need to defend myself, but I feel I need to advocate for us asexual middle-agers who -- despite who we were before, whatever the hell came before, who we fucked, loved, identified as, whatever -- are whole now.
I have faced death since the hour I was born. I seek the inner power of the rulers I was named for, to make bold eye contact instead of looking at the ground.
However much we, or someone else, might recommend a path or perspective, we have to make our own spiritual experiments, and become our own scientists of the soul.
My shame tells me I am wrong, not enough, not perfect. It often reminds me of my past mistakes, the times in my life that I have not been seen, chosen, accepted, understood or validated. When I try to expand, it asks me, "Who do you think you are?"
Long before this all started, a friend once told me while we were chatting about body-image, “You’ve got to love your body as it is right now. Your body might occasionally get better, more like you want it to be, but the only guarantee over a lifetime is that your body is going to get less like ...
As we move ahead, the question becomes this: how do we heal and move forward when our country is so deeply divided? Tarot has something to say about that.
And that is the whole point of the initiatory process. It comes crashing into our lives to dismantle and reorganize the status quo when the situation has become unbalanced, unsustainable; when we have been living unconsciously, blind to even our own machinations. It forces us to look ...