I love how you wear your heart on your red brick sleeve
It’s definitely hard to say goodbye today, but it lets me know how I feel about this land & the people who have made this hometown visit what it was.
Leaving is 💔😢 & while endings are a natural part of life, Social Media has changed our relationship to goodbyes & grief. We may say goodbye, but we see each other tomorrow when we post photos of our ongoing lives: always here.
Home, too, is often a complex topic with colonisation, borders & immigration policies adding further complexity; eternal thanks to the Bunurong people whose land I grew up on & whose land continues to be occupied. Melbourne, you have my heart. See ya when I’m lookin’ at ya! 😎✌🏼
Lessons learnt in the recent Mercury Retrograde cycle in Pisces…& lez be real, whenever we encounter gaslighting & ghosting on the daily. Avoidance leaves situations open to misinterpretation & energetic attachments that drain our energy.
Boundaries don’t have to be a hard wall, keeping out challenges that can ultimately be rewarding. They are flags of freedom, stating to all parties where we draw a line in the sand. They let us know respectful parameters & also alert us when someone continually crosses them.
Hard conversations are never easy, but they’re well worth it when you value the relationships you’re growing or moving away from.
Mars loves to run. 🏃🏼♂️
Pisces loves to swim. 🏊🏼♀️
When we combine these two energies, amongst the clusterfuck of everything else going on, we can feel like we’re going nowhere fast.
What running in water does do for us is allow mindfulness of the subtleties. It slows us down enough to hear what can be missed when blindly running toward our goals. It’s a reminder of who we take our orders from: external sources of trends, oppressive authorities or algorithms OR from our own innate knowing & wisdom.
If yr feeling frustrated, like yr lagging behind & cant keep up, stop trying. Find your flow & realign yourself because Mars will leap into Aries on Jan 1, & like a sling shot, we’ll be catapulted forward in the direction we’re facing.
What does your rhythm look like, without external influence?