My words have been for me lately. They are my own, and I don’t have much I want to outwardly express to the world or share. I tend to lean into hibernation in the middle of Virgo season and it appears with all of the heavy transits, transmutation, dreaming (and lack thereof) and messages it is time for me to move inwards and find the new version of self. I won’t pull for the emergence but rather allow it to simply unfold. Feeling an incredible amount of exhaustion in this new phase of life, and to all of those who love to check in on me, I appreciate it, but just know I likely won’t be answering the phone or calling back for a while. I am being called inwards, as the hermit in me arises and I greet her in the waking hours with gratitude for the many gifts she brings me I explore what lies within. . .
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Written under a Virgo Sun and a Virgo New Moon feeling like the universe really loves and sees me.
Listening to:
I can’t stop listening to Carla Morrison. The Venus in Cancer in me just feels so heard with her music.
I do look forward to seeing you all at my September show at The Monkey House September 10th. I am having some incredible artists come serenade your ears and look forward to sharing new material written during the most introspective and expansive period of my life ever. You can purchase tickets here. This event will sell out so don’t text me saying you wish you bought tix, just buy them now and save yourself the grief. Wouldn’t it be cool to say I knew her when?