Wednesday, September 5, 2012

In the Meantime

I might have mentioned once that I used to do astrological charts using rather professional software. I stopped when I did my young children's charts and suddenly realized I didn't want to think I had any clue about what was ahead for them, who they might be, what past life imprints might be left on them. I didn't want to limit their unfolding in that way. And so I let go of my romantic involvement with the predictive arts, the deeply interwoven stories of lives past and present, karma to be reaped or paid. Still. There are times when I need a fix, something outside of myself telling me that all the craziness, the sense of everything closing in and going haywire that I am experiencing right now, is not actually real in the way I am experiencing it. Rather, it is a flood of negative consciousness, which is only fear, and I have only to detach, accept, survive. Flow.


  1. I love what you told me on my birthday. It made sense to me in every way. Would you ever go back in again?
    Sometimes, we need a little romance (I feel like that was said in a movie at some point, but oh well) and for something other than ourselves to tell us that this is where we are supposed to be and what we are supposed to be doing and in the end everything else will fall into place.
    Hang in there. There's nothing wrong with silence from time to time.