Don't eat the stomach or the asshole

The thinning of the veil with this harvest season is palpable. The energy is rising and swirling… not moving forward just yet, and promising movement soon.

Feeling and hearing the land calling me.

The ocean too.

All my art supplies and all the food and even some wine.

The passion of my teenage self calls me to pick up where she left off.

I’ve been writing a piece about having boundaries with the muse… it’s illuminating the space I’ve created that I can really offer her/him (my muse).

Driving back from dropping my daughter off with her father (it’s an hour drive), I literally followed my heart.

I said: “yes, I’m willing to go someplace unplanned and spin the wheel of the Oracle of life”