the sun

the sun doesn’t need you to bow down before it to be able to shine itself. it gives life, the one true gift of love, without compromise. you can worship them if you want, but they do not depend on it. yet we depend on the sun, the only unconditional love some of us get. the sun teaches us to receive without earning. the sun does not earn their right to shine. this is one model of how to reconcile our false separation between love & power, power & love.

this is what it is to show both, never exchanging one for the other. you can be powerful & loving, lovingly powerful, all at the same time. because love is power. think of them operating without each other—love becomes sick, needing to extract power from others or give it all away to death. power becomes pain, the protection of our own ego-fragility becoming a harm to ourself & others.

unconditional love doesn’t neeeed you but we all need unconditional love. what we mean when we say unconditional is that flavor of love that is not dependent on your performative self, your worshipability, or your efforts to hide vulnerability behind the need to earn.

want more sunshine in your life? be the sun.

saltwater & stars

on the incoming mercury retro in pisces

holding the joy & lightness of the dragonfly close to my heart. swimming in heavy questions requires extra floatational support. this is about Mercury in pisces preparing to retrograde. the planet of thoughts, concepts, communication, & inquiry, among other things, is about to dive real fucking deep (March 5th).

we’re each gonna live through our own experience of this process but it is collective too, especially in pisces. the last sign, the sphere of magic, surrender, loss-where everything comes to a mysterious end. where dreams go to dissolve & to be formed. Neptune is closely involved (the ruler of pisces itself) amplifying this essence—part of which is the practice of nonlinearity.

pisces is not the end in the ways that Pluto is—a death that affirms how painfully alive it all was. nor is it an end in the way Saturn is, a linear concreteness of death. pisces is an end that is infinitely wrapped into all beginnings & can return only to leave all over again. the permanence of impermanence. pisces is, in a word, paradoxical. seemingly simple yet limitlessly complex. underestimated & over-fantasized.

when the ultimate trickster, Hermès themselves, is traveling through these realms we’re invited (a sugar coated word) to deliquesce our safe:arrogant assumptions & habits thereof. our perspectives will be stretched into whatever spaciousness that will enable us to imagine new ways of thinking, of sharing, of engaging. the sacred returns to the temporal in a way that reminds us the separation of the two is an illusion. that surrender just means staying present with what we can & cannot control.

we need not deities or divinity (tho they help) to access the flow & ease that comes with trusting, with ceasing our desperate attempts at propheticism, & being flux enough to answer these: what do you really fucking believe? what’s carrying you when you slip? and if you only ever time travel backwards to heal, could you try time traveling an alternate route? it doesn’t have to be forward, not now, not yet. but it will be soon so where can you go that’s not back to where you were? (unless there are pieces of yourself to retrieve). 

saltwater & stars