Now and again, in the nature of 'descansos', I find myself mourning those parts of myself that left due to hardships beyond my control.
When the light enters though our rips and tears, we start to watch our wounds seal up and repair, becoming inimitable light sources on their own.
St. Elmo’s fire can also be something so exciting it hurts if what it is you’re feeling can’t pour out of you fast enough.
When we encounter the Strike of Uranus, it feels like a sudden flash of ideas... with concentrated intensity like a bolt of lightning breaking the sky open.
Blood Moon is holding space for us to lay out what’s hard and look at it, and yes it stings. And yes it hurts. But why do we always try to numb pain?
I liken Dark Side of the Moon to a woman, a motherly one who quietly takes care of things in the shadow, so that what you see in the light is flawless.
Sometimes being still and resting in darkness can be more courageous than being constantly on the go (a form of stagnation).
The Renaissance marked an age of discovery. That is what happens once you have awakened to your own divinity -- the Kingdom of Heaven that is within you.
You do what I cannot, I do what you cannot. In this, we become right-full. But we don’t achieve right-fullness alone -- this is part of the paradox.