Bohemian Horoscopes: May 2019.
May's planetary mix particularly helps you sort out finances, power through paperwork, launch a professional project, or initiate a business deal.
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Spirits in Animal Bodies: The Habitat Is on Fire.
The flow of energy that the universe is made up of may be infinite, but what we call the planet’s resources — as if the planet were here to serve us — are not. And we live in both relative and absolute worlds. The two worlds are twisted up together in everyday life, and ...
I Belong to the Camp of the Crazy. {poetry}
I belong to the camp of the crazy. To voices in my head. To losing touch with reality. To illusion and... to sweet, sweet release.
Follow Your Heart Through the Spark That Glows Within.
This is why we are here. Not to be enslaved by hiding our light, but to embrace our splendor and our flaws, to let the spark ignite.
Life Is a Gift: There Is No Room for Insecurity.
Something came to mind last week that I wanted to share. I remembered that life is a gift. Bear with me! I know this is something we all know. But it comes in and out of our awareness at different times, doesn’t it? Usually if we lose someone close to us, or if we or somebody we love has a ...
You Do Have Time to Be Creative.
"What does it pay?" The people ask. That's all they want to know. It's amazing but true that creative work can be a real conversation-stopper.
Notre Dame Burns Along with the Collective Psyche.
If we make her a virgin mother, we don’t have to glorify feminine sexuality... So as a collective, we go along with the only acceptable Feminine archetype.
No-Self Love: When the Self Drops Away.
According to Buddhist philosophy, thinking that we are or have a self, a thing we can identify with, is the primary cause of all human suffering.
Soul vs Ego: Open to What Your Life Could Be.
Human life is full of paradox, as exemplified in breathing, the very thing that keeps us alive. We cannot breathe in without breathing out and vice versa.
Notre Dame: Hymns in the Night. {poetry}
When it comes down to it, within the bones, and the heart, a song forms, ancient memory rides into the chill night air. We know what to do.