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I’ve been cryptically speaking of this for awhile now, and have been learning more about it in many ways. Reality: I have no friends where I live. Zero. Zilch. Nada. I’ve been here almost 6 months. I’ve moved probably more than 40 times in the last 15 years. I know how to integrate into a community and make friends. Please don’t give me advice on what to try, because I have done it all. Volunteering, reaching out, mutual friends, events…It’s been maddening, and there’s days I just want to scream because I so badly want someone to talk to, to connect to. To go for a damn tea with and muse on life and all it’s simplicities and complexities. I can’t dump it all on my boyfriend. I shouldn’t have to pay for a therapist to fulfill all those needs either. Or expect my dear friends that have clung on during many turbulent years to somehow satisfy the needs of in person connection from afar. They can only do so much. One can only do so much. I’ve always spent a lot of my life alone; I know how to do it. It just hit different this year, on my birthday where I’ve usually chosen to be alone, but this time I had no choice. I’ve been ruminating a lot on my Aquarius North Node and what it means for me. How I’ve often given up on many community endeavours because I get so frustrated and tired of doing all the work. But I am starting to understand and perhaps accept that whether I like it or not, it’s my fate. To be the one doing the work, holding the glue together, leading with the vision. I’ve seen it happen so many times I can’t keep track; always unexpectedly just being in charge of people. So I guess I’m learning that moving forward I need to continue this, and be less disappointed if everyone isn’t meeting my energy all of the time. Because they can’t. And they won’t. But that doesn’t mean I stop connecting or being or sharing myself. So I’m taking this new approach and hoping that soon I can have opportunities to put it back into practice. Little by little it’s beginning. And even if my work life blends again into my real life. Even if my only connection is with colleagues. At this point, I’ll take it. Just give me some god damn humans to be with, you know? A portal of entrance into spring, a new year, and a new zodiac season is upon us. We have a buildup of planets for this dark moon, bringing a heavy influence on Mars. The concepts around equal light dominate; how we bring balance to light and dark. How we feel the energy and burn of the Sun as he brightens with each day in the sky. The beautiful energy of spring is emphasized by Venus conjoining the North Node in Taurus, bringing optimism. I'd say this is the first true new moon where the energy supports intention setting and visions of goals. So allow yourself to set big, lofty, ambitious goals as any Martian would. Everything in this chart emphasizes beginnings, so allow yourself to begin. #newmoon #aries #wildeastrology 33. ✨thirty three✨ For so long I shunned those who knew me in real life from seeing my life on this little box. When I deleted all my social media I thought ENOUGH, enough prying into my life without having to actually engage with me. Without having to call or text or connect in person. That’s what social media was for so long, peering into others lives without the need for any dialogue. What it’s turned into isn’t any better to be honest. I got downright sick of it. I hated the complacency, honestly I still do. But I’ve been switching gears and allowing that. Because I also found my feed empty. I didn’t have anyone or any account inspiring enough to follow, and I found myself wanting my feed to be full of actual humans, not just marketing and entrepreneurship and promoting new offers. So I’m back and I’m allowing it. Even though I’d rather a message or a catch up call. You can’t always have it all. At this point, I want a feed full of human lives, not businesses. St. Pattys Day. Nostalgia. This was 2012. The year of the Mayan calendar ending. When Neptune went into Pisces. Not that I was aware of any of this, even remotely. These were some of the best times of my 20s. There is no better place to celebrate in Canada than the Maritimes. We’d be up at 4am spiking our teas and coffees to go wait in line at the historic Old Triangle Pub. Doors opened at 7am and there’d be a line around the block by 530am easy. So we’d trudge down and wait in line to hopefully get a table quick. This was the place to be, as Haligonians would gather here to have a traditional Irish breakfast complete with green beer and live Celtic music to ring in the day. As university students, we’d keep the party going well into the evening. It’s best to just keep the day drunk going otherwise you’ll just end up falling asleep by 3pm. So off to house parties we’d flock until we might rendezvous again at another pub for the late afternoon. Spring was in the air and the weather was a beautiful Halifax day. I think I drank for 16 straight hours that day; a righteous celebration for my nearly 22 years of age. I’d years prior been to the actual church of St. Patrick himself, so felt more obliged than ever to celebrate him, life, being Irish and the wonderful people that were the cherry on top of university life. Where were your best St Pattys days spent? 🍀🍀🍀 Whoever thought I’d consistently have such short hair, because it certainly wasn’t me. Was it my Saturn return? Was it the last three years of global upheaval? Was it my 7.5 crawl through the experience of darkness? Who knows. Honestly who cares. What I do realize more than ever is that the stripping away of anything that can hide my true self is indicative in the length of my hair. I was always sure short hair would 1. Make my face look fat, and 2. Make me look too manly. However after I stripped all the curls away I am left with a face that is indeed not fat, and a femininity that exudes from inside of me and now radiates through on the outside. I feel more feminine the shorter my hair is. Counterintuitive, but the internal relationship is so better exposed this way. The more bare my face these days, the better. I’m ridding myself of all the emotional excess hidden away around my head. Fresher and freer than ever. Realities of field life: sooty faces from fire ravened traverses, pre field season muscle mass will soon turn into emaciation, camp bathrooms with real showers are luxury, missing full rock exposure. I can honestly say I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. Does anyone? I left social media in 2021, completely disenfranchised with the direction of the world and frankly tired of having to constantly defend my values to friends, family and strangers. Plus, the data stealing and spying. I came back reluctantly but with purpose to IG to market my business because I didn’t feel I could effectively do it any other way. Especially being at that point locked in my own country. These last few months I’ve felt less and less connected here. Struggling to make sense of what the hell astrology even is to me anymore, uninspired with personal development as a whole even though it’s been my fuel for many years now. I just don’t. Fucking. Know. Anymore. You know? It’s a little bit too much. This place, social media, saved me for many a dark place in many a dark time. And then it didn’t. I’m like the rest of most who feel Instagram destroyed themselves by trying to be like everything else. Instead of a place to share photos and stories it’s become a mass murderous marketing scene. There’s more ads and suggestions on here than posts from actual accounts I follow. But to want something to go back to the way it was is a fools dream. It never will. So I’ve been stuck in a liminal space of what the hell to do. What’s the point in posting if no one sees it? Does that matter? But then why am I sharing? Maybe because I have no one else to share it with? Who knows. I’ve been contemplating deleting this thing again. But then it leaves me even more alone in this place I can’t seem to integrate myself into. The dilemma ensues.
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