Some astrologers say the Saturn Jupiter Conjunction at 0º Aquarius on December 20, 2020 was the beginning of the Age of Aquarius. Others say nay, the Age is likely not happening for another 153 years. I say, we are in a time of being “in between”, of transformation – and in witchy terms, “What’s between the worlds can change the worlds.” 

Oh yeah, Happy Candlemas. We are between Winter and Spring. 

For me, the world doesn’t feel as solid anymore, or maybe the right word is, it doesn’t feel as heavy anymore. The last year or two was slogging through sludge to get through the day. Thinking was slow, foggy, took energy. But little by little, over the last month or so, I think, “I’d like to do this,” and then I’m doing it. My imagination is no longer stuck in limbo. I feel creatively engaged and my body has followed. Making stuff feels good, music seems to be clicking, the world of art and ideas doesn’t feel like a struggle toward something. It is my life. I am living it. I feel clear, the sleep wiped away from my eyes. 

Pluto is the one planet left in Capricorn. Jupiter and Saturn are in Aquarius now – and the Sun, Venus and Mercury are as well. Pluto is left in the building – and he is demolishing the foundation. He went so deep, he cracked open the earth and stank the place up with sulphur. Canaries have been keeling over left and right. Everybody else got out for air – 20,000 feet of air, in fact- and they are seeing things in a new way. A shift in perception.

A shift in perception. People are still dying. We are still essentially locked down. Or maybe we can look at it as a pause. Aquarius isn’t all harmony and understanding (though it can be) – but we (as a collective) are shaking off the dust of structures and beliefs that don’t work anymore. We have been through some shit. And the structures are gonna keep falling for a while. But now we don’t have to be stuck in the structures.

And manure makes good compost. Maybe we can grow stuff we haven’t seen before. Try new things. Maybe we can imagine harmony and understanding. Or feel it. Maybe, we can see where it happening, in small places, like flowers pushing through cracks in rubble.

Transition. Transformation. 

We are in the “in between”. Doesn’t time feel weird? What kind of magic can you create right now? Can you imagine your life 20 years out? Who do you want to be? What do you want to be doing? Who is your community? What would your future self tell you today? What can you do today, just today, that would be something your future self would do?

Maybe I just know my unemployment is coming to an end in a month or so. Suddenly I am awake. Maybe it’s the days getting longer. Or it’s hormones. My thyroid is finally freaking working. Body/brain says – Hello! Good morning! Yes, I heard everything you said, and I remember it, too. Some of it was really funny. I feel like dancing! I’m gonna dance. Yay. That was fun.

What do I wanna do? Make art. Make music. Play shows. Teach the weird stuff I like to do. Get strong. Work out. Practice yoga. Write. So I am doing it.

And I’m diving deep on a decade long project – wrapping it up, plans to let it go this spring.

And recording an album with the Lofi Sofias. We started recording last year – now we are starting over. I’m not just singing and playing percussion, I’m now playing guitar, too. The pause gave me time to learn. It gave all of us time to define our sound, become friends, help each other through crisis. And after all that, I wanna travel. Tour – with music – with teaching.

Maybe the timing for it all will be right. 

Dismantled Project

So much arrived in boxes over the last year. It feels right to me to be doing more than cutting the boxes up and sending them off to be recycled. I feel like they need to be transformed into something else, made useful in another way. Some are useful for starting fires in the wood burning stove, and others I am using for making things.

The Dismantled Project. Using items at hand. This is a wealth of fun! I am producing approximately a drawing/painting a day on cardboard til spring? Summer? 2022? Til I get too busy with gigs to produce something everyday? Maybe til tomorrow.

I’ve been living by the saying “one day at a time” since March 21, 1992 – and it seems to work.

We all have 24 hours with which to experiment, try things, do it over, play, cry, let it out, take it in, dance, choose, breathe. What a relief!

What will you do today? And today? And today?

This is my thing for today:

Seeds of the Age of Aquarius
7” x 12 3/8”. 
Oil on Cardboard.

To see all the things from the Dismantled Project in one place, click – to the Dismantled Project.

Peace and love!

Holly

February 2, 2021
Flagstaff, AZ