Cycles
Cycles and circles, rotation, revolution, inhale, hold.
Exhale.
There are times and days when whatever membrane separates surface reality from the numinous becomes thin, when every action is tinged with meaning and ritual. It’s an impulse I’ll occasionally indulge on New Year’s Day: favorite socks, special breakfast, crisp intention. The pesky demons of the last world-cycle – doubt, uncertainty, pressure, agitation – swooped in to harry me with their pointy teeth one last time at the year-end, before being washed away by candlelight and the unseasonable pre-dawn rain. Then, a razor wind, keen and bracing, and the clear light of January.
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Things slow down a bit now around these parts – a hat tip to relativity, as our planet speeds up through its perihelion today (which, as we all know, is an auspicious time to start something new). Happy Perihelion! We learn to windsurf the spacetime-swells.
Kelsey is dipping out for a bit for some adventure and family time. We will miss her! So we’re trying something a little different. She’s ever-so-graciously left us with a beautiful consolation prize, in the form of a cache of her english muffins and shortbread. You remember those sourdough english muffins – they’re very special. We’ll be toasting them up to order and serving them with really good butter and an array of her spectacular jam, a limited number each day to make them last. I’m low-key pretty charmed by the beauty and simplicity of turning into a tiny muffin shop for a little while. I will try to do right by them.
I’ll be stepping out a little here and there too over the next month or so, prying open cracks of space to charge up in various ways that weave back together and ultimately serve the cause. But mostly here, digging down.
It’s nice being here in 2025 with you! Happy New Year, sweet earthlings. See you out there!