
Swan in my heart:
Speak for me.
Say what I cannot say.

Swan in my heart:
Speak for me.
Say what I cannot say.
Right now I am writing for my own personal sanity. The extreme weather that the planet is experiencing is not really just “the thing” that we have to adjust to. We just got flooded out in San Diego, getting estimates of 4-7 inches based on geographic area in just a day or several hours. We usually get approximately a little over 10 inches a year. My “newer” old house is not only not designed to weather, it’s also in a location that is prone to getting all the run-off, and no where for it to go. There’s supposed to be another atmospheric river next week, and it’s forecasted to have a greater impact than the water we just had–which was the 4th wettest since the 1850s. That said, the forecast shows rain for 7 days in a row. So, I’m not even sure what to expect. Last season we fled before the hurricane, which turned out to be “nothing.” This most recent event, as far as we knew, was going to bring “rain” but we didn’t know the amounts–so it really did catch so many off-guard. The disclosures when we bought our house were less than honest. Some people are borderline crooks. Some people really are crooks. I think, in good faith, no one really expected the weather to change–even though CLIMATE CHANGE IS OBVIOUS.
That said, I am an optimistic person, and I always write about hope. I wasn’t always optimistic; yet, this isn’t just optimism. this is commitment and crawl-out-of-my-own-shallow-grave determination. I will not let anything else nor anyone else get the best of me. I spent 43 years doing that. I’m done.
Our society is capitalist. Wow, we all know the problems of capitalism–the push for non-stop growth. As a matter of fact, I am currently in the process of forming a corporation (at the most insecure time, i might add) because I have a vision. I have a vision for peoples’ health. I have a vision for helping more actual health-care providers to actually do their work and inspire others through options. This is not an easy task. My birth wasn’t an easy task. Although, my mom did tell me that the doctor kissed her after I was born and said, “you must be very blessed.” I’m not sure why the doctor did it. Maybe because I was the 4th kid. Maybe I came out easy. Maybe there was a look in my eye. Maybe there was a look in my mom’s eye.
I need to survive. I need to make money.
We all do.
Not only do we need to make money, but we need time and support to acclimate in the most rigorously changing circumstances. Infrastructures need to be reconfigured. Oh heck, even the soil needs to adapt. Adaptation, well, you know what? It takes some time. At least a little bit of time? Where does the water go when the water table is already high?
People in San Diego joke about how San Diegans are weenies because they can’t “handle the rain.” Well, isnt’ that insensitive? I’m from Pennsylvania; I can tell you that the rain here is different. The Earth is different. The land is different. It cannot handle extreme changes, when it’s been a temperate, and stable place. The infrastructure (the people-made stuff) is designed for another climate. My house already had issues that weren’t resolved. The house was built in 1937– it’s the oldest one around. But, it does get all the run-off; and then that will affect the others, too. I managed to prevent that earlier this week by insisting my husband go get a sump pump and also being in touch with my neighbors. I recruited as much help as I could find, and i told him to also. We are still not out of the “flood.” This el nino was something I watched and anticipated. I tried to alert my family and friends that we need some assistance.
I’m not an idiot.
People need help. That’s why i work so hard to be resource for others. I work so hard to be a resource, and then I have to work even harder to earn trust. It’s an endless process. Why? Because we are tragically human.
Happy FULL MOON in LEO. Here this LEO ROAR. I will not give in nor give up. More poetry to come, more art… more of everything. If our systems and infrastructures could give us more “space” and “time” to acclimate instead of the mad rush leaving us no option than to just “survive,” we need to make the space, we need to create the options. That is my goal and agenda. I’m not here just for me.
water falls from the sky
tired of holding back,
release me from this cloud.
she snakes onto the ground
finding surfaces that take her downhill
slipping at moments, running fast
she gets stuck along the way;
pooled up, tears surround her.
the ground gets so heavy; it’s so wet.
how can she hold back anymore?
there’s no where to go..
she’s the farthest downhill she can go
she’s at the bottom.
The bottom’s bottom.
Humans are so incredible. On one level each one of us is so unique with fingerprints that are like snowflakes; if we look closer even, I’m sure the tiny, fibrous patterns of the iris of the eye reflects the distinctive light with respect to its unique balance of melanocytes to its surface dips, pits, and ridges. Or consider all the unfathomable possible variations in size and shape between each person’s stapedius, the muscle slightly larger than a millimeter that mobilizes the stapes, the smallest bone in the human body, if your measurements are small enough.
But, emotions? Mental chatter? Self-doubt, anger… We all have these components. Most of us have these components in different ratios, but the formula for provocation is usually the same. There is a trigger. There is a feeling that’s coated with a thick (or thin) layer that reflects an experience from the past. If the observer believes it still, it gets looped 🔁 around again. That false narrative attaches to similar thoughts and beliefs which can become a spiral.
We are mostly the same. We have families, friends, structures. So many of us even live in group think. There are collectives and factions and the tendency to group together and congregate is also what makes us similar, or work to together collectively. Then again, lots of us are separators, runners, and hiders. We cannot trust that even in our closest affiliations with others that they are loyal, trustworthy, or just.
The way that we are complex and dynamic is often similar, which is why we are—in the end—simple creatures.
Meanwhile, the depth of character and richness of experiences makes us, each one of us, as a song played only ever once. That which will never be repeated in all of history and into the future of all the worlds.
That makes this moment, this very, very moment: very, very precious. Who you are is you who is looking out, watching the expandingly infinite universe continue to grow into ever-forming eccentricities of new variation, all connected to the same consciousness. 💗
who are we to feel small
when god herself is the silver lining behind our
identities
who are we to tremble
when we hold the only answer to the question
that really matters
in our hearts
who are we to hide inside the fabric of our overwhelm
when every step forward we take is
pure magic
contributing to the collective
in ways yet unknown
**Big days are here. We have Pluto moving into Aquarius and the Sun in just a couple of days within each other. Followed by the full moon in Leo on the 25th! I’ve been recently in touch with so many founders, visionaries, leaders, quiet friends who have found that gentleness towards the end of their journey where their contributions have been, indeed, immense. I am in awe to even be able to have the audience seat I get in this life. I’m moving closer and closer to the front and center ability to “observe.” There is nothing but joy. It doesn’t mean that politics is OK. It doesn’t mean that there isn’t destruction to the Earth. It’s not ears closed, eyes shut yelling happily “lalala.” It’s bonafide peace. It’s the place that exists if you just choose to focus on it, hitch to your star, anchor to the ground, and then just GOOOOOOOOooooooooo DOOoooo it! Make it real.

Hello loves and friends,
Construction 🚧 and art 🖼️, design and building. Here we make things from the “brick and mortar” of our imaginations. Putting out fires 🔥 and riding on trains. The city is always bustling just like the movement in our brains.
If you are new to my blog you will find many different displays. What I do know is that you will not be dismayed. Creativity is fuel for the soul!
This space is being constructed as we think and speak! 🗣️ Come, come, and join us!
In my shamanic work apprenticeship, I have a process where I work with, meet and develop relationships with new teachers all the time. I have been doing this informally for all of my life before I joined into structures already created by other humans. Overall, some of my teachers are in the flesh, but many of my teachers are plant spirits–in fact, for every single human teacher I have, I have probably 10x as many plant teachers. I’ve had a lot of human teachers over the years. One day I think about making a list of all of them. It’s overwhelming to be honest. Hah! However, the plant allies are not overwhelming at all. They can easily be missed without recognition. Which is why it takes careful attention and cultivation of the observation aspect of consciousness. We are awareness.
I’ve attached these New Moon dates for your convenience. It’s a snapshot of the year. For the solar calendar and the Western world, the New Moon with most relevance is the one at the start of the year, January. However, for the lunar calendar focus of the cultures of the East, the first moon of relevance for predictive and preparation purposes, is the moon in February. This is in the sign of Aquarius. I find this to be very significant because of the role that Aquarius is playing in the dawning of our new age. Pluto is moving into Aquarius this month, with certainty. There is no doubt about that prognostication. It is more than a “weather” event. It is a description of a galactic clock. While we observe from Earth, our observations are still further based from the energy of the Sun, and extending beyond that. It’s a very small world that we ever get to “see.” Scientists are now currently discovering newer and newer galaxies, thanks to the James Webb Space Telescope.
New moon is dressed in rags to riches
it’s a new style you wouldn’t know it
It’s called “look here now”
and see that you have everything, already
All you simply need is to BE it.
Hello Friends, Happy New Moon in Capricorn!
I had been sick–this had slowed things down, which was really necessary, because my world of contacts with other people is currently exploding; and the work I have to do with working on my business is growing incredibly. So, my agenda is filled, while conveniently giving me some room to “breathe.” I am delighted to have my business moving at this incredible and dimensions-wide pace, but it does require some calibrating, some balancing. For those of you who already follow astrology, I don’t need to tell you that it’s a big month. The biggest move is Pluto dipping back into Aquarius — my rising Sign, and S. Node. This is a collective shift for all of us. Be a beacon of light.
Stay tuned. Things are going to get very, interesting. I’m working on another site, branding, website construction and gonna build a “HUB” for all that is to come. It will be my own home from home. I’m thinking of linking this blog to it, but I’m not altogether sure I want to merge the worlds. Let’s see what happens! I’m so pleased with all the comments on my last blog post about the unread letters. I want to spend time and connect with each of those responses.
For me, the letters will be coming back around (I am conveniently busy and full to the brim but I know when the time opens, they will be gently and lovingly read). For now, let me leave you with softness.
May your heart feel soft and nourished. Talk to you again very soon!
This is more of a “coffee chat” blog post. Although I have not tried to write in that style per se. There’s a blog share that I often read with the topic of the “coffee chat” but I’ve never tracked back to who hosts it. Well, it’s not the time to do that now because I’m just flowing…
Tonight it occurred to me that I have a pile of letters that I wrote to my grandmother while I was growing up. In 2020 when she passed away at the age of 99, and maybe a year later, I received the letters back.
I put them inside of a drawer without a deeper thought than, “woah” as I bumped up against versions of my former self I wasn’t quite ready to visit, yet.
When the time is right, I’ll know. But it’s been at least over a year since I actually put the letters away in a drawer. Those juicy memories might all come flooding back. There might be uncomfortable memories…too…
And, then, there’s gonna be just a lot of emotions. So I am on ‘pause’ with it.
Has this ever happened to any of you? It feels like a treat, or a special pastry I’ll be able to enjoy at some point in my future once I get over whatever fears of triggered memories might be inside—or maybe just missing her and the past, and getting those strange glimpses into the past through a time capsule I hadn’t planned on stowing away for later opening? Sigh. When the time is right.



Astrological pairing:
Universal: Mercury (planet of communication) stationing Direct
Personal: Mercury is Stationing Direct in my 1st house (4 house from my 10th house —father’s mother), conjoining my natal Neptune, which is currently still transiting my 1st house (which relates back to paternal grandmother). The fact that it’s in Pisces ♓️ shares a little bit about dreams and ideals, and maybe I just convinced myself to get to reading those letters sooner than later. Or start with one a week or something, so I don’t get overwhelmed (Pisces). Natal Neptune is in Sagittarius, so it’s likely I will be inspired by the letters and the topic will probably be about traveling the most of all.
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