Happy Sunday you guys, this is my New Moon wish for you!
There was a New Moon in Capricorn at 8:30 PM EST, January 9 (so, last night). It signifies new beginnings, as do all new moons.
According to astrologer Leo Knighton Tallarico:
“This one is in Capricorn and as such it prompts us to get back out into the world, to organize and plan, to be more disciplined, to do what one needs to do, to make firmer boundaries, to be in one’s integrity, to demand more from yourself and others, to concentrate more on work and accomplishment, to have greater self-respect, to be more logical and realistic.”
Amen to that! I could use some more organized discipline and I’m always working on setting those boundaries!
If you want to read the rest of his take on the new moon (and he also does some astrological predictions for some of the Presidential candidates which I found interesting, here’s his website:
https://spiritualtherapy.wordpress.com
Carry on,
xox
I stole this from Liz Gilbert because I LOVE words. The odder the better—the only thing I love more are my husband, my dog…and bacon.
Because, come on! Bacon has no calories, it isn’t bad for us and goddamnit, apparently it cures grief!
BLT.
Mac-n-cheese with bacon.
Swiss bacon burger.
Bacon wrapped hot dogs.
Comfort food.
Yeah, I might know something about that. I ate bacon as a Vegan.
Oh, relax! I also had sex before marriage as a Catholic. Clearly I can’t be trusted to follow the rules—anyway—how did this get to be about me and my questionable boundaries?
This is about BACON.
Enjoy some levity on your Sunday and indulge in some Bacon!
xox
Hey Guys,
How do you feel about this?
What? Me?
Well, I haven’t had any since it started giving me anxiety attacks in the ’80’s, but up until that point I smoked a joint everyday for years.
When I did, it felt no more harmful to me than a glass of wine — except for the fact that I ate everything that wasn’t nailed down, and could sit for HOURS listening to music on headphones.
But let’s also take into account that I was in my twenties and it was the 70’s and 80’s.
No harm, no foul I guess, and when it stopped being fun or feeling good — I quit.
So is it addictive? Not in my opinion.
Is it a gateway to harder drugs?
I’ve heard stories that say yes it is, my experience is that I’ve known tons of people who smoke pot where that has not been the case.
Is it the gateway to slacker-ville?
Again, I’m always surprised when a highly ambitious, super achiever, mover and shaker lights up a joint at a party — hardly the “Spicoli” slacker profile.
We’ve been offered some by a multi-billionaire and a burned out, fifty year old surf bum…so I’m gonna say it depends on the person.
Should it be illegal? I don’t think so.
To each his own I always say.
Do you agree with Jason? Or me? Weigh in you guys.
Carry on & Happy Sunday!
xox
“My drug of choice is love. Sure, I’ve tried other drugs, but no other drug gets both the dealer and the user high from every transaction.”
-Jarod Kintz
You’ll never get an argument from me on this. I main-lined love in my youth. Now I’m content with a slow, steady drip.
Chemistry. Alchemy. “That moment, those goosebumps, that tenderness…”
Sometimes it feels to me like romantic love has fallen out of fashion.
So, I love the words he uses in this piece, and I’m especially smitten by that fact that he admits to craving romantic love.
Marinate in love this weekend my peeps,
xox
Anxiety is the “Dizziness of Freedom” – Kierkegaard
Oh Brother – This is a big one for me! I’ve struggled since birth, with the anxiety of missing out on something.
As a kid I had the nickname of Corkie. As the story goes, I could lift my head to look around soon after birth. Being that it was a tad early to be weighing my options, my neck muscles were too underdeveloped to be “working the room” so to speak, so my head was unsteady, bobbing around “like a cork on the water”.
So there you go.
I was born with the perpetual desire to see what else was out there, what other interesting things I might be missing out on. I wasn’t dissatisfied with where I was, it was just…
Curiosity squared.
It caused me enough anxiety that at 17 I started my exploration of meditation and being here now – in the moment.
That was a foreign concept and I’ve struggled with it all my life. I can report that I’ve gotten better as I’ve grown older.
Not grown up, just older.
I realize that I may not be able to see ALL the options available, but it rarely makes me anxious anymore.
I’m learning that the Universe has put the ones that are the most relevant to my path; that will excite me and bring me the most joy – at my feet and in front of my face.
Whew.
Does the fear of missing out cause you anxiety? How do you handle it? Is it getting better? Or worse?
Love, love,
xox
* I’ve always loved this quote…Happy Sunday!
“An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life. ‘A fight is going on inside me,’ he said to the boy. It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil — he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.”
He continued, “The other is good — he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you — and inside every other person, too.”
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, “Which wolf will win?”
The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”
~ Cherokee legend
Excerpt from the book Thrive by Arianna Huffington
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