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If We Were Having Coffee Right Now…

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If we were having coffee right now, I would be in my element. We would be undoubtedly in a coffee-house, sitting by a window so we could observe the sunset. I would ask you if I should watch Sabrina on TCM or the last full night of the Olympics? Then I would wonder if my coffee has Brazilian beans. I might ask ” Have you been to Rio? It is on my Bucket list. Something about the view from the Christ the Redeemer Statue sets my heart on fire in a way that is simply beyond the scope of words.”

But I digress…

 Then I would remember I prefer espresso and have no idea how it is made. I just love the smooth, slightly sweet flavor. Did I tell them soy milk? Yeah , it has that slightly sour soy tang, no worries.

I would ask you about your week , hoping to get caught up in your story. Hoping you will not get around to asking me about my week. My mind would then wander a bit, but eventually I would immerse myself in your tale of intrigue, humor, or ordinary awesomeness. After-all, we are friends and your company is plenty for me. Absolutely fine company, that you are.

Later on, after we had a second cup or more, I may inquire if you were aware of the healing aspects of coffee? If not, I may mention this article I read about all the ways coffee can restore wellness and prevent disease. If all my “addictions” were good for you, wow! A girl can dream, right!

I am already imagining the unique, intoxicating aroma of freshly roasted beans, one of my favorite smells ever. Can you smell it too? Are you glad I invited you out for coffee? Your conversation helped me forget my IBS troubles, the insufferable heat wave, and all the drama at work. It did help me remember the magic of the simple pleasures of time on Earth ~ such as sunsets, setting the DVR for Olympics and TCM, the proliferation of coffeehouse culture, our glorious friendship, and my love for blogging.

Oh, one last detail ~ I would declare with glee
” This is my 500th post! WordPress just told me so, woohoo!”

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Hey!

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Hey everyone out in cyberspace. What’s shaking? I added a horse image to accompany this blog because I remember being told ” Hay is for horses!” whenever I would say Hey!

With Mars in the very beginning of Sagittarius, horses are very fitting anyway. I have missed everyone so much, but have not had the time or inclination to write and publish lately. I really wish I could devote more energy to leisurely going through my reader, slowly and thoughtfully drinking in each post, perhaps with a cup of tea.

Forgive me for not answering your comments sooner or adding my own to your material. I do the best I can as I still adjust to my new responsibilities.

Welcome to my new readers! I hope you hang in there with me. The archives are filled with material on a plethora of topics, so please avail yourself of the oldies but goodies while I work on my next draft. There is a piece brewing about magic and enchantment and some wonderful synchronicities. Classic litebeing material, if I don’t say so myself.

Enjoy the rest of the weekend and the shift from Scorpio to Sag. Can you feel the change? I know that I do and I am grateful for the respite from the shadows and subterfuge. What a relief to move about with less baggage and more transparency.

Until we meet again…..

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The Artful Juggler

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With my chart  ruler Uranus, Pluto, and the north node in the Seventh house, Venus in the 1oth and my Moon opposing Venus, one would conclude finding balance is a priority for me. While I do not see myself as primarily Venusian in temperament, I find relationships both compelling and challenging. This would also apply to the inter-relationships between the various areas of my life.

I drew the 2 of Pentacles from the Goddess Tarot Deck for both the Cancer new moon and the recent Capricorn full moon. I find this repetition to be significant.

Here’s the meaning associated with this card:

TWO OF PENTACLES The woman juggles two pentacles. Completely focused upon her act, she does not drop the pentacles.  Meanings: The ability to juggle several situations at once. Jobs, opportunities. Grace and bounty. Commerce and expansion.

I definitely relate to the juggling of work and personal life, adherence to dietary restrictions and urge for indulgences, saving and spending newfound income, fatigue and creative expression….

It is reassuring that the card is suggesting that I can keep all the balls in the air without dropping them. Grace and bounty, why, of course! Who isn’t enamored with both of these gifts? I really hope I can continue along this course. There are many adjustments in my life that are necessary for my healing and well-being.

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I have begun implementing my new wellness plan and it is not easy. I am amping up the organic foodstuffs,  leafy greens, legumes, and whole grains, and decreasing red meat, pasta, bread, and processed foods. Hello to kale laden salads and good-bye to hoagies!

I am enjoying the lighter foods in this hot and humid season, but wonder about how I will fare in the winter. I realize it is wise to just focus on today. I am also adding vitamins and medicinal tea to the mix. My nutritionist is great, but it is hard for me to hand control over to her. But I believe I was guided to her for this purpose, so I will trust in the process.

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I am also juggling my mixed emotions about getting a new cat. I have blogged about this before and had concluded I am in no hurry. But the signs are getting louder and louder. I subscribe now to both the Sunday Philadelphia Inquirer and the Sunday New York Times. I equate the Times with sophistication and intellectual discourse. It feeds my curiosity and expands my worldview. Very 9th house ~ It rocks!

Yesterday I received the early section for both papers. The cover of Parade Magazine features Christopher Walken holding a cat for the film Nine Lives. The NY Times Arts and Leisure section features an article on the Return of Cats the Musical. So we have Nine Lives of Cats and the Return of Cats just in one day! This is in addition to the Dexter encounter last week. Plus the release of Zootopia and The Secret Life of Pets. Now I realize that the sun just entered Leo, but there certainly seems to be an abundance of feline presence everywhere I look.

I did visit the SPCA again on Sunday, but left empty-handed. I was not feeling the selection, except for a few kittens already labeled as adopted. This is all very confusing. My solution is to devote more time to meditation and journaling so that I can slow my mind and gain more clarity.

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I still miss Dexter so very much, but realize that he has moved on or is waiting to return to me via a new incarnation. In the meantime, I have plenty to keep myself occupied. I am taking my computer tomorrow for the Windows upgrade so I will be less available for a few days. But my heart will remain connected with all my readers and fellow bloggers.

I definitely plan to immerse myself in the Democratic Convention coverage  held in my beloved Philadelphia this week. If you have a chance, please tune in if only to get a glance of my beautiful city.

peace and avocados,

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A Simple Tale

Brief update: Happy to report my laptop is back home after a harrowing four days at Best Buy’s Geek Squad. All sorts of confusion and ridiculousness ensued and I am hoping at least some of it can be attributed to the Uranus station yesterday. I like Windows 10 and it is simpler in design than Window’s 8. I cannot get Cortana to talk to me, but maybe she isn’t one of my guides🙂

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Two days ago I had a quick tale to tell. Now I have a simple tale about miracles and perspective. I am sharing this not only to inspire you , but to remind myself that all is well, somehow…

 

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I had the notion that the deadline to install Windows 10 for free on my laptop was fast approaching. I am not certain  I want the upgrade because of the privacy issues associated with the new operating system. Still, I wanted to learn more about it. My laptop may be incompatible with Windows 10 because of its age. So I did some research and was left more baffled than before. I decided to call the Geek Squad that is affiliated with the store where I purchased my PC. I was connected to a man with a strong southern drawl. His name was …… DEXTER.

Dexter was not able to answer my questions to my satisfaction and the remote viewing process disabled my security software. This freaked me out so I was leery of continuing further. However, I asked him if his name was Dexter and he answered in the affirmative. I wanted to be certain I had heard him correctly.

In my 55 years of living on Earth, I believe this is the first time I spoke to a human named Dexter. The fact that this happened 4 days after the anniversary of his passing was not lost on me. I sense that this urgent need to learn about the windows upgrade was communicated to me. I cannot be certain of this, but I was considering checking out cats tomorrow at the animal shelter. I do not know if this is a sign I should proceed, or more likely confirmation of my intense focus on my Dexter.

After this encounter, I watched the film Miracles From Heaven. It is about a young girl who undergoes a transformation that tests the faith of her family. I like Jennifer Garner and am attracted to these types of stories. I was quickly drawn into the story because the protagonist has a mysterious digestive disorder requiring numerous tests and hospital visits. If I had known this beforehand, I may have not watched the film. Her stomach becomes quite bloated and she is in constant excruciating pain. She endures an endoscopy and meets with several GI specialists. This was hitting too close to home.

Then the song Collide begins to play and my heart bursts wide open. That song is my jam. This song links me to my mystical encounter that happened eleven years ago on July 21st 2005. Today is July 16th, hmmmm.

The song was used to illustrate a strong connection between this ordinary, traditional church-going  family and the power of Source. I was quite tickled by this because Collide was written as a romantic love song. I intuited it to be about a higher love and it appears that the producers did so as well.

I will not give the story away because this film is relatively new. What I will say is that interwoven into the main storyline are several subtle miracles in action. I noticed a few of them immediately, but later on they are highlighted to convey the significance of faith.

I came away from today feeling mixed emotions. I am experiencing the extreme sadness and anguish that often accompanies pain, suffering, and powerlessness. At the same time, I am also warmed by the electric vitality of bold synchronicities that cannot be explained away.

I still am undecided about getting Windows 10 and adopting a new cat. But I feel less disconnected and more enchanted. Jennifer Garner’s character quotes Einstein at a pivotal point in the plot:

There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.

Which way do you choose?

 

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Psychic Friends

Howdy litebeings! It is absolutely blazing hot here in Philadelphia and Mars at the end of Scorpio is adding even more rage to the fire. I am absolutely filled to the brim with amazing blog ideas, and yet, am too pooped to turn them into actual posts. Work is quite exhausting and physically I have developed rashes and bites and a foot injury requiring a tetanus shot. Rash is so Mars, isn’t it?

Anyway, I want to share a quick tale and then invite you to revisit this post from last fall. A few days ago I was deeply thinking about the last few visits from my dear friend Arlene. I was visualizing all the places we went and the conversations and laughs we shared. A day or so later I receive an email from Arlene saying she’ll be back in my area in about a week! I did not tell her about my telepathic foray, but she does read the blog so perhaps she’ll discover it here.

Why I was moved to contemplate our renewed friendship, I could not say. But I am fascinated by this synchronicity because it was rather specific. Thinking about someone and then getting a text, call, or email is fine, but focusing on Arlene’s specific visits and then a few days later being notified of her next visit seems like a big deal.

It is comforting to know I am still partially tuned into the ethers, even with so much energy focused on maintaining a new work routine while changing my diet and adjusting to this brutal weather.

I hope to be back writing soon, but in the meantime please enjoy the Magic Gardens….

 

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Here is the latest chapter in my Returning Home series, where I explore the portals towards self-realization. I am reposting this on a Pisces day with a Scorpio moon. While editing, I noticed that this excursion to the Magic Gardens occurred on a Scorpio day with a Pisces moon. Ahh, my friend synchronicity never fails to quicken a heartbeat or prompt a smile… It took me some time to realize that South Street contains some powerful energetic gateways. It certainly did not hurt that this recent visit was spent with a dear childhood friend.

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Photo979 (1)Anyone remember this Girl Scout song about friendship? Apparently Hillary Clinton did when she was recently interviewed about surrounding herself with old friends throughout her life. She goes on to explain that she has made many new friends and then referenced the song. She expressed her fondness for Photo973longtime pals, including a friend she made in the 6th grade. I was a girl scout and also remembered the song. Its mention was timely since I would be meeting up shortly with my friend from 8th grade, Arlene. I think it is okay with her that I use her first name here. If not, this will encourage her to learn how to leave a comment here. ( She does read my blog, which makes me smile).

Photo977 (2)We got together yesterday and it is fall at its finest. The leaves are now close to peaking and I savored their beauty on my drive back and forth from my home to South Street. What a rare day it was with a clear blue sky, cool weather, and endless sunshine. The focus of our trip was the Magic Gardens. We both benefited from some magic in our day.

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Yesterday was that rare astro combo I am so fond of: Scorpio Sun, Pisces Moon. Since it was a void of course moon to boot, the day was emotional, creative, free-flowing, and quite mystical. I had not been to the Magic Gardens before, but was eager to visit. I had read about the gardens years ago and was transfixed by its sparkly goodness. It is so much better in person, I can assure you. I took plenty of pictures, but I urge you to see it for yourself.

Photo971The experience was surreal as we lost ourselves in the mystery of the exhibit space, climbing steps up and down and slowly exploring the nuances of beatific wonder, tiny and huge, whimsical and deliberate.  Stained glass, mosaics, paintings on tiles, curious word puzzles, intuitive use of space, the value of  “disposable ” items.

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Our time together was precious as I introduced her to some of my favorite haunts Photo966that still remain, like the amazing South Street Souvlaki. We had a delicious meal and created new memories to accompany the old ones. According to their website, the restaurant has been around since 1977. We have been friends even before then !

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Sharing great food and experiencing fabulous art is especially awesome when it is with someone who loves the same things with equal passion. It is so refreshing and rare to find someone who understands my taste for both the old and the quirky and finds joy where I dwell ( books, travel, creativity, ethnic food, music, etc.)

Photo976We get each other and leave judgments behind. Compromise is not really compromise and laughter comes so easily.These Magic Gardens and this stretch of South Street did morph into another power place for me, a mystical portal where the light is shimmering and all is well.Perhaps this has always been the case. I am not certain.  What I do know is that we all can benefit from following our dreams and inklings, no matter how fragile or subtle they appear to be. The interplay between living and blogging was evident as I scrambled to take pictures and delete old images to free up memory to capture something new.

I wonder: aren’t we always scrambling to stay in the present and deciding which thoughts to erase in exchange for something sparkling with new life?

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I relish the melding of old and new and blog about this often. I dig the chance to explore new places with an old friend. I also delight that my old friend is engaged with my newer ones through this blog. The added bonus of my “astro-twin” commenting on my Magic Gardens FB post after I mentioned her to Arlene earlier in the day seemed Divinely guided. She is a talented artist that uses recycled items in her work.

For where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I among them.

This biblical quote is the theme of the day. While my health has been troubling and I did not even think I could visit my friend, grace prevailed and a heartfelt reunion happened. What I take from the quote is that all is restored when one is in proper relationship to oneself and with others. Maybe the magic garden is within and all we have to do is excavate it with love and trust in its existence. There lies both the silver and the gold.

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My Best Friend For Life

July 12th will mark the one year anniversary of Dexter’s passing. Tomorrow will be more poignant for me because he passed on a Sunday. I am beginning to receive signs, some of which are rather bold, that is time to seriously explore adopting a new cat. While I will consider this guidance carefully, a part of me is still not quite ready. Dexter made me better, and I do not know if another soul can bring out the best that is left inside my soul.

Here is an old post written a week after Dex’s passing. It is heartfelt and chock full of excellent resources. Please send me some light tomorrow and show your loved ones how much they mean to you. It is everything.

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It has been incredibly challenging to simply survive this week. One week ago today, my beloved Dexter transitioned to another realm. So far this is a realm I cannot reach. I sincerely thank everyone here for their love and support. My longtime readers know that this year has not been an easy one. Your unwavering loyalty is priceless.

While writing is both my joy and my solace, words have not come easily to me lately. My pain is too great and my motivation too meager. Yet I do have a message to convey and I will attempt to do so to the best of my ability.

The week that Dexter died was a very busy one. While I know the word busy is relative, for me the increase in activity was substantial. Tuesday was the dentist, Wednesday and Thursday Caryn visited me, and Friday I took my car to the shop. Saturday, my last full day with Dexter was a blur, except for posting about master/students late at night. Sunday, of course, was my own private circle of hell. I wish I could remember more of my final day at home with Dexter, but I don’t. Unfortunately the details of last Sunday seem to be on a rotating loop inside my heart.

But I want to go back to earlier in the week to share some resources that have helped me and may help others who “stumble” upon my blog. Caryn and I have not been together in Philly since the 1990s. We did hang out last fall in NY after reconnecting on FB. I plan to blog about what brought me to NY, but that draft is not ready for completion. Caryn and I were so so busy: special Impressionist exhibition at the Philadelphia Museum of Art, movie night at an old lovely theater, 2 incredible meals ( one was Indian since we both adore it!) and a mini road trip to Longwood Gardens. Our 2 days were go go go and rather frenetic. The weather was horrible both days and my patience often wore thin. Yet grace did surround us in many ways: a deer crossing on a road where this “never” happens; a “random” encounter with a waiter that was filled with synchronicity, a gratis fruit platter that was a work of art in itself and discounts off our bill; and  the sheer joy of watching Caryn frolicking at Longwood for the very first time. The waterlilies  I am sharing were a highlight of this particular visit for me. They were not in bloom during my last two trips.

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Another source of peace was Matt Kahn. On Wednesday Caryn and I spoke about relationships and the nature of connections. That very evening I come home to notice a brand new video by Matt on soul mates and twin flames. In it he mentions, among many other things, that for some a soul mate may be their pet. This idea prompted me to refer to Dexter as my soul mate on my latest post. Matt refers to a soul mate as a balancing counterpart with little drama or intensity, but great love. While I do not agree with every point made, I find Matt’s take on the different type of soul connections to be fascinating and quite revelatory. This information is especially relevant in regards to next week’s Venus retrograde event.  I offer his video here:

 

Now I want to share some resources that have softened the loss by providing a rare understanding of my bond with my cats ( and most animals and inhabitants of the natural world) and some insight into the grieving process.

They are both courtesy of  Caryn and Karin, “the Carings” in my life. Caryn provided me with this link that really spoke to me. I am very picky about these grief expert offerings, perhaps because I provide these services in my work, or because I am quite discerning. In any case, this article was profoundly insightful. For those who may not understand the connection between human and animal, please take a look and your impressions may shift.

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I especially like both these passages:

The love of an animal permits us to unfold, to open up, drop our defenses and to be naked, not only physically but psychologically and spiritually as well. With an animal we let ourselves be seen instead of hiding behind our personalities, our cultures, our jobs, our clothing or our makeup. They know us as no one else does, in our private joys, angry rages, deepest despair, in sickness and in health. All the while their calm steady presence companions us with an unwavering love like few others on this earth. Our animal companions see through us to the very soul of our soul, encouraging the unfolding of a sacred trust. If there is such a thing as a soul mate, then surely this is it.

Many people have never been blessed with, or felt for themselves, the true love of an animal. They are incapable of understanding that your love for an animal may surpass your love for the humans that are the closest to you. It is a different bond, in a way, more profound; something only the heart understands. What I have learned over the years, as a student of grief and a student of many spiritual traditions, is that no guru, guide, master or friend no matter how enlightened can comfort the heart that believes it has lost what it holds most dear. Whether grieving ourselves, or consoling a grieving friend, often the most useful thing we can do is to simply tell our story. For in the story of our own journey through the gates of grief, or in bearing witness to the grief of another, we can at least legitimize the experience and make it “Sacred.”

Karin turned me on to this excellent video with medium Danielle MacKinnon that was posted just a few days ago. While I do hold some skepticism regarding animal communicators, Danielle is someone who naturally conveys authenticity and warmth. Please check it out if you are called to explore this topic further. What really struck me most was the question posed near the end of the interview.:

 Animals choose to pass at a particular time.  Ask yourself : What was it about this time that has meaning for you?

Here is the link for the video: https://wingingwithwhitehawk.wordpress.com/2015/07/16/pets-in-the-afterlife/

Finally I want to share some closing thoughts. It is so ironic that I have been so successful as a grief counselor. So very many clients over the years suffered unimaginable trauma and loss. I seem to be rather effective at facilitating healing for those in pain and was quite driven to focus on this area of therapy. Personally though, I suck at loss and death. I do not judge how I grieve, so please do not misconstrue my meaning. I just do not like to let go. I do not detach easily, especially if the bond was deep. Losing my first cat brought me to the brink of depression from which I doubted I would ever recover. Yet I did recover and I will recover from this loss. But this journey has just begun…

Let me conclude with a song that helps express the enormity of my love for Dexter. When I call him my best friend and soul mate, I am not exaggerating. It does not mean I do not love or have not loved other human beings deeply.

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It’s just different.


For a tribute to Dexter circa 2013ish, please visit OM’s site here.

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Black Squirrel Morning

There have been a plethora of creatures afoot in my world lately. I woke up feeling peaceful this morning, immediately drew the shades and spotted a black squirrel. Here’s a beloved old article about our animal friends.

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Now that we are in the thick of the liminal season, I know Where the Wild Things Are. They are in my backyard and in my dreams. While I continue to seek the identity of my permanent animals totems and the rest of my ” Team”, I can always rely on the natural world to provide temporary guidance. With Dexter by my side and Jasmine before him, I am more solid, more kind, and more engaged in general. Creatures make me a much better person.

So I present you with a few recent sightings that come to bring me blessings, which I in turn, will share with you :

On a mid October Friday morning the energy was quite vivid, with plenty of animal magic. Every morning one of the first things I do is draw the shades in my dining room. They open to my backyard which is…

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Blood Sausage ~ Mars in Scorpio Direct

Hello litebeings!

Life has been hectic and crazed for me. I know that I am not alone in this; we all swim in the same cosmic soup after-all.

First, a few updates. Excuse my delay in sharing my news, it takes me a minute to process information.  I had my colonoscopy and endoscopy on May 19th. I am happy to report I do not have colon cancer. To say I am relieved would be a gross understatement. Diverticulosis ( pockets in the colon) were found. They are a precursor to diverticulitis. You cannot have one without the other. They also removed a few polyps. No biggie there. Some more polyps and assorted growths were biopsied in the stomach and esophagus area. I may need more tests for this, but it is unclear. This is partially why I hesitated reporting the findings. However, the pathology reports discovered no malignancies, so basically the tests discovered nothing serious ( as far as I know.)

I promise to write a conclusion to my Colonodyssey series when the time is right. Thanks for all your support and patience. My health has improved significantly, in spite of no resolution as a consequence of these invasive procedures. I think my improvement is somewhat linked to having survived the tests and knowing my colon is in relatively good shape.

I also began working full-time about 5 weeks ago as a therapist in a community mental health center. I started the job just days after the enduring these procedures and the aftermath. I was ( and still am) reluctant to disclose this news given my recent experiences with community mental health employment. However, I do not like withholding important developments from my readers, so here we go. I also wanted to provide an explanation as to why I have not been around as much. I will read, comment, and post as often as I am able. It is interesting to note that my symptoms subsided, even in the midst of adjusting to a new position and routine.  I need more time to reflect on this..

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Now let’s pivot to the topic of blood sausage, shall we? This image quickly came to me as I considered this recent transit of Mars. Mars can signify blood and Scorpio/Pluto often implies sausage and other phallic objects. So marry both energies and voilá, blood sausage.

Here’s the thing about blood sausage or blood pudding. It is a Puerto Rican delicacy I first discovered about fifteen years ago while dining with social service program staff in the Hispanic section of Philadelphia. Working as a Program Analyst gave me a great opportunity to explore the varied programs throughout the city and explore the local treasures within their neighborhoods. I was afraid to try it because I am squeamish about blood in general. It was so delicious.  I am  really glad I was able to get past my concerns and go for it.

I really appreciate using blood sausage as a metaphor for the times we find ourselves in. Blood sausage is made with actual blood and various parts of the pig. It is a conglomeration of life, mixed with spices and love. The end product is rich with experience and passion. It screams of survival and mastery. There is plenty of alchemy involved as the life juice is intertwined with the flesh and guts. It may sound disgusting and vile, but it is indicative of consciousness in the physical.

I have observed lots of rage and violence the past few weeks on the commute to work, my office, social media, and  television. Some of this energy has been inwardly directed and some of it has been projected onto the planetary stage. Some examples of this phenomenon are Brexit, the US presidential theatrics, terrorist attacks, etc. The heat is on figuratively and literally, depending on which hemisphere you call home. I had hoped some of the road rage and carnage would cease once Mars began its forward motion, but no such luck. Maybe more time is needed for course correction to become evident. Mars in Scorpio is so much more that a strong sex drive. It is about the act of creation, passion, precision, and politics. It is bold, strategic and emotional. It can also play out as transcendent, euphoric, or duplicitous. There are plenty of choices with this placement.

Do not fear the blood sausage if possible. All the fire is inside of us. The flame must not be extinguished for it is the flame of endurance. Taste the humanity in every bite and savor the complexity of existence on this planet at this time.

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Flower of the Day – June 24, 2016 – Hydrangea

I have no choice but to reblog this gorgeous representation of my gravatar. Behold the splendor of purple hydrangea courtesy of Cee.

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Feel free to add your floral photo to the comments. This way we can all enjoy everyone’s flowers.

This hydrangea photo was taken at the Newell Pioneer Village not too far where we live in an area we call Champoeg State Heritage Area, see my Thursday Door post.

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In Plein Air

Is it just me or is time racing by with a vengeance? We have a second Sag full moon, the Summer Solstice in the Northern Hemisphere ( Happy Winter to our friends in the Southern Hemisphere) and Father’s day, all within 24 hours or less of one another.

This brings up plenty of stuff for me. Beginnings and endings, light and dark, knowledge and wisdom, fathers and daughters, presence and uncertainty.

Let’s begin with a touch of grace. Last Sunday I decided to have a brief stroll down Germantown Avenue to take in the Plein Air competition. Plein air is associated with the open air painting style found in French Impressionism. I live very close to the Garden district but rarely feel drawn to aimlessly wander up and down the avenue. But this event has a Parisian feel to it, so I figured why not?

After a healthy lunch, I begin walking up hill, on the lookout for artists doing their thing. Without notice , it hits me. I feel so different ; it is so pleasant and yet very unfamiliar. I was relaxed. I was at peace. My mind had slowed down on its own and my anxiety had washed away. I was able to be present without effort. My authentic self surfaced as I made conversation with the artists and felt the gentle breeze. It was a slice of heaven on Earth.

I intend to enter this space more often. When I am fully engaged, I am less likely to ruminate or obsess. I can align with whatever arises and be in the flow. Simple pleasures do abound. Sometimes an attitude adjustment is required, other times, Grace is at hand.

I do not have my father on Earth anymore, and I never liked celebrating Father’s Day. At least, I do not have any memories of enjoying it. So many people grow up without fathers or have poor relationships with their dads. Parenting and nurturing are so crucial in our society. I have made much headway in forgiving my father. He was a flawed person who had a troubled life. But he did not leave my mother and  he always put food on the table. I have less anger and resentment in my heart. This is progress.

The song Daughters came to me while thinking about this post. My brother-in-law is a great dad to his two daughters. My nieces are really blessed in this way and it will help them grow into womanhood with confidence and strength.

To all the dads and future dads out there, take a listen and pay attention. You are capable of so much potentially.

Wishing all my readers the brightest of days and the sweetest of dreams.

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