Over the past three years, I've been in various places: the south suburbs of Illinois; northern Illinois just by Iowa; Denver, Colorado; Bemidji, Minnesota; and more recently, Barcelona, Spain.
In the last week of October, I had no idea where I would be living: would I go more to Ohio with my parents? Try to stay in the south suburbs of Chicago or move to the city? Or would I try to live in Denver with my sister? The answer: none of the above.
I got hired on the fly and was asked to move to the Twin Cities. I'm living in St. Paul, learning, exploring it, and coming to really like it here. I imagine I'll go to other parts of the world sooner or later. Imagine me on a plane, on a bus, or a hippie van if you will. This is one rooted writer waiting in transition for the next part of her life.
Today, my zulily copywriting exercise was rejected. After the high of getting a small piece published a few months ago, this was admittedly a downer. I felt that if I could not even write to sell a product, was I really that much of a writer? Granted I was not bouncing with enthusiasm at the project, but it made me smile for a little while doing the exercise, thinking this is it. It felt a bit…
Black Moon tonight in Virgo. Please make use of it. Normally lunar planetary hours time is between 12pm-1am.
Quick and easy ritual for anyone: Black candles and Paper. Write the name of something, someone, or someplace you’d like to be rid of, or would like to release connections with. Burn what you wrote in the flames. Join me tonight in observation of the moon phases outside. Don’t be afraid the dark, enjoy the beauty of the stars.