The last few weeks have felt like a Giant Arse Pain.
I’ve been all cranky and restless and pissy with myself and feeling generally like I am wearing a scratchy wooly jumper 24/7. According to the Astro Wizards we have ALL been in this weird liminal place between the seasons, but there was a shift on Saturday and now we are in Libra where all the balance happens. Though there is a six mile high rain cloud over Londontown. The leaves are shedding, the heating is on and I am dusting off my wooly vests.
I spent three days during the planetary cosmic shift, in the company of a group of random strangers as part of my coach training. And the energy expelled last week on the fearfulness and judgeyness and nervousness about not being absolutely perfect at every single thing the first time (ha!) was totally wasted. Because it was brilliant.
There is something magic when we really see each other. We hoomins just don’t spend that much time going past the surface stuff and diving in to a place of deep connection. But man when we do its like getting dealt four aces. And I get to do this every month until Christmas, with the same lovely group. Result.
And you know how we were talking about my birthday in just twenty five sleeps? Well I got my pressie to myself a little early this year, for my 39th birthday I got the big tattoo!
It took three hours and I won’t lie to you, there were moments when it hurt like a mofo. But it also feels right to have an element of firey searing associated with the process. Like a rite of passage for the me I have always known was there. The me who is equally at home discussing essence and cosmic purpose, or talking shit and listening to Black Sabbath while half-naked in a Soho tattoo parlour.
I am calling it in, this newness: this brilliance and light and potential that is fired up in me. I’m getting ready to bring it to the world.