This week the Sun is moving into Pisces, and Mercury and Mars are already there. On top of that there is all kinds of Neptunian energy making itself known in the cosmos. I don’t know if it’s the planets, but I do know that I have been needing extra sleep , and I’ve been dreaming so much that even when I’m awake I even feel like I’m dreaming!

Anne Ortelee urged her readers to ask themselves these questions this week while Pisces energy floods our collective cosmic condition (I haven’t asked myself these questions yet – but they are good – and I will):

What do you believe? What have you come here for? What are you driven to express? What do you use to ground yourself when the ocean around you feels too unruly? What must you remember? What do you wish to forget? What will you release to have drift away into the Ocean of Pisces energy swirling around you? What do you wish would jump into your boat adrift on the sea of your life?

On my walk home from work today, I noticed the cosmic feminine all around me. Evidence of Yin in Yang below . . .

Poppy blossom.

In Oz, Dorothy fell asleep in a seductive sea of poppies.

There is power in the slumber, but balance is important. We need to take the messages from our dreams, use the sleep to refresh ourselves and have the ability to take actions that are in the highest alignment for ourselves and the rest of the world. (It’s easy to see we are all connected while we spend time in a yin state).

If we can keep remembering that we are all connected, maybe we can stop fighting each other.

Flanders Field

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

-Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae (1872 – 1918)

Poppies are also red, which is a feminine color, the color of blood, of life.

(Try writing about red without mentioning the word red – see what it stirs up)

This is just amazing – Yonis everywhere on Central Avenue, between investment banks and law offices. Oh yes, they are out there!

Spirals are just cool. These remind me of waves in an ocean – which jive with the Neptunian vibe of the week.

Labyrinths. Circling ’round to the center of things, of being, to finding stillness before circling back out into the world.

These spirals emerge out of darkness.

I saw my friend Matthew this week for just an hour or two after not seeing him for three years. We had iced coffee at Lux. He said, “Everything begins.” I said, “Nothing is everything.”

And we went from there.

Like I said, yonis are everywhere! They are a reminder – spring is coming! Time to plant seeds!

Absolute embryonic.

I was reminded this week that I had been focusing on yoga and internal observation. I discovered an article I wrote for Elephant Journal a couple of years back. It’s called, Pay Attention, You’ll Feel Better (and bonus—you might notice yonis are all over the place if you just relax). The article is an “embryo” for something more to come . . .

Thanks for reading this week!

Om shanti, shanti, shanti. Om peace, peace, peace.

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