Spring ephemeral 🌚
I spent a lot of time outdoors this week, gardening. Everyday is Earth day, almost as much as everyday is Halloween (as far as candy and costumes goes.) My brother mentioned a tweet in which someone compared the shifts in politics to the uncertainty in Spring 2020. Yet again, we are suspended and I find myself leaning on the sureness of the daffodils returning and watching something simple happen that I can actually touch. Relieved by the simplicity, tangibility and sweet scents. It gets so heady to try to wrap my brain around all that is happening. I see letting go as a form of resistance, a fuck you to the forces of fear and misinformation. The realness of a daffodil. The Dragonfly will be the Messiah as farmer Masanobu Fukuoka wrote.
What are you committing to now? As an antidote to the uncertainty, I feel it is powerful to remind ourselves of all we ARE doing. It can feel like we’re not doing enough, we should get a spandex jumpsuit and mask and moonlight as superheroes by night, too. We need to rest, too and take time to digest the intense energy. To come back to ourselves. Trump isn’t the only thing on Earth. There are SO many flowers. If we could just harness their power to really form a resistance of scent and pollen… Maybe that’s what allergies are trying to do?
I’ve been revisiting my next book project about when I moved upstate in 2020.
It has a lot to do with gardening, slowing down, and rehabbing my attention from being fried and spun out from the phone and the city.
In looking back at the emotion of uncertainty I felt in 2020, I want to really express it this time. In 2020, I felt pretty shut down and silent. I was overwhelmed. I want to just say today: it is a really strange and surreal time. That is all. Hopefully that takes the pressure off needing to fix it or get to the bottom of it. It is uncomfortable to sit with, not knowing. But it helps me to reclaim myself from getting empathically absorbed by it — I am like a sponge. I have to do things to come back to myself - music, dancing, working out, hot showers. I hope you have some rituals that take you into your own energy. How do we release the crushing impressions of fear, greed and war? I hope you find the people who share delight, touch, hydration, submersion in warm waters and catharsis.
I am on a hiatus from teaching, focusing on writing and taking care of myself.
But I tomorrow’s New Moon in Taurus has me brewing with — what do I want to give back? Beauty and art seem so ephemeral, so pointless in such a harsh world. But, I feel a turning of my desire to spread ephemeral, delicate and strange energy. Maybe it’s the flowers talking, or I took too much Snakeroot Apothecary tincture?
Someone once said, “Teach the class that only you can teach”.
I have been sitting with that one for a while.
My class would be something like - self-expression, trust and being an empath / fairy, but finding how to exist in the hard world and make an impact on it with your softness.
For now, it is a New Moon intention of mine - a seed that is soooo tiny, but contains inside it the blueprint for how to grow something new.
Lots of Love,
Luke
