July already?

 "Seldom seen, growing along the ocean floor, the white-plumed anemone is a watery blossom. It is white lace opening as if bathed in the sun, while so far from the sun.

This is the trick to staying well, isnt it: to feel the sun even in the dark. To not lose the truth of things when they go out of view. To grow just the same. To know there is still water, even when we are thirsty. To know that there is still love, even when we are lonely. To know there is still peace, even when we are suffering. None of this invalidates our pain but only strengthens our way back into the light."

Mark Nepo

The weight of this time is felt so internally for me. The south node of the moon is in Scorpio all year and it is stirring up shadow. All of our secrets and the murky underbelly of past transgressions are up front and center. It's unbearable really. I have never felt like writing less in my entire life. I feel like I am choking on my own bullshit and even then I know that this is all part of the play. I am ready to be free of the toxic loop of my mind. My altar calls to me and asks me to be still. My sacral chakra is humming with potential and wants to be healed. My soul is calling me to be truthful, brave and heart centered. I am humbled, fragile, hopeful, grateful and terrified. 

Here we are.

Doing the damn thing.

For those of you that still read this. Thanks. I am hoping for a breakthrough. For longer pieces to flow through me with ease. For now, this is what I've got.