Death as a Teacher of Surrender.
I still haven’t figured out how to be okay with death, to stare it in the face and allow it to happen as a natural process of life.
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A Grand Death, Rebirth, and an Eclipse to Remember.
The third and final act of this operatic month comes as a solar eclipse that will make its appearance on August 21 in the grandiose sign of Leo.
Balconies, Breasts, and Death: Exploring Juliet’s Verona.
Had Juliet lived to a wizened age, we’d recoil from those breasts, low and deflated from years of gravity and nursing babies. We’d suggest that Romeo upgrade to a newer model.
Love After the Descent: Venus Retrograde in Aries and Pisces.
The fears we encounter are much like the villains and monsters that Persephone befriends in the underworld. The illusion of Venus orbiting the Sun backwards is akin to the illusions we harbor around love and the things we value.
Are You a ‘Placitarian’?
Perhaps I'm a Placitarian: a human being who is very likely to fall in love with a town, city, place or location. The sight of a tree or smell of a flower is always more than I expect. I've never looked at a tree and thought, "Wow, that is so disappointing." Nature always satisfies.
Breathing Death: Be Yourself, Or in the End, Lose Both Your Real and Potential Self.
Not life but death is the baton we pass on to the next runner. Immortality is a dreadful nightmare -- endless life eking out to no end.
Climbing Through the Crayon Box, Searching for Saudade.
But she is never coming back, and I fear that if I look in too deep, I will find that only emptiness is left. What crayon is going to color that?
Letter from God.
They think love is a tail that you have to chase, and they have made their home on the run. I do not blame them. It feels safe to live inside a box called home. But it is a type of death, the most dangerous kind.
Reach Through: On Grief, Love, Loss and Letting Go.
I think often how Life got the seasons all wrong. Brent and I were supposed to bury Mom and Dad. Not the other way around.
Navigating the Unknown and Opening to the Message of Dreams.
My shame had been holding me back my entire life, and I just couldn’t afford to be its bitch any longer. But I didn’t know how I would do it.