Astro-Love: Stepping through fear

I love Chris Hadfield. I wish he was my uncle or father — I think I will adopt him. I can pretend I was brought up with his beautiful, common-sense approach to fear, to life.

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More Heart!

Also, remember to be kind to yourself, have courage, and be open to the world.

The only reason that we don’t open our hearts and minds to other people is that they trigger confusion in us that we don’t feel brave enough or sane enough to deal with. To the degree that we look clearly and compassionately at ourselves, we feel confident and fearless about looking into someone else’s eyes. – Pema Chodron

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Blue Haze, Neon and Earl Grey (or Dreaming Rock-n-Roll)

I dreamed I was in a band last night. It’s been almost ten years since I’ve been on stage. I miss it a lot. I like group creative projects – I often need something larger than myself to continue, to finish work, and the group is more than “just me”. The dynamic is exhilarating, usually fun, sometimes frustrating – rarely boring. Though I haven’t been making music, I have been in a collaborative project for months now, and it is informing my solitary work in a good way (I’m painting again), and I am waking up with the desire to create almost over all else.

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30-Day Challenge – If I Weren’t Afraid

Do this first thing upon waking, before you look at emails or your phone. Do it when you wake up in the morning because you have to go to the bathroom. It’s best to do when you are in a semi-dreamy state, or before anyone else distracts your day. Three minutes, whatever comes to your head.

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Born on a Thursday #17: Come Play with us Holly . . .

It’s been a dreamy week – and that’s how things are in Flagstaff in the summertime. Astrologers would say the recent eclipses, and then, planets changing signs this week could contribute to that feeling. Also, I’ve been spending less time on Facebook and more time actually talking, laughing, dancing, smiling, joking, eating, drinking, working, playing, […]

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Meditation on Waking

Born on a Thursday #10

I love to sleep. I love coming out of sleep slowly, and I love to write the minute I wake up.

For years, I had the practice of writing my dreams in the morning as soon as I awoke. I fell out of the habit over the last few years. I decided to begin practicing again this week.

This week I feel more alive, relaxed, and present than I have in a long time.

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Glimmers of Possibilities

Glimmer of Possibility – Born on a Thursday #5

Where I was seeing shadows I now see light.

Light, like water, like rain.

Soft release.

Shimmering shadow shift — reflection.

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Rubble, Trouble, and Celestial Evolution at my Door

Dreaming I am driving in the city, a city, the way I dream of New York lately. Houston Street is always a vast 8-lane highway that breaks off in a V, dividing the Lower East Side from the rest of the city. Massive buildings, uneven, bulging, and swaying—thousands and thousands of windows. No room for air. It’s grey, the sky, the city, everything. Even red and yellow have a coat of grey.

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