What Moves You?

The Dawn of A New Life

Q: What Moves You?

A: I’m at the airport and boarding in 15 minutes on a one-way flight to New York City. The last week has been a whirlwind of change, literally dismantling a life I had created in Jackson, Wyoming to head to NY without a plan. Many of you have asked what inspired such a move. My answer: I am listening. I don’t know what is on the other side of this moment, who I will meet, or what I will “do”. I am clear that I am an artist and that I don’t want to starve, other than that, I am diving deep into the mystery unfolding from within and without.

There is something about this move right now that is lightyears away from any other purge or relocation I have ever experienced. I find myself at the apex threshold crossing my life. Entering Phase 2 begins now. I was one person before, and now I am becoming another. Pluto is perched precisely on my Sun conjunct Venus and the Lord of Death has certainly played a major role in this chapter of my Being.

Pluto

It is wonderful to be at the dawn of a new life. I am finally feeling more gratitude than dread around this very particular transit at the height of my mid-life journey. You’ve heard me say that those who are “blessed” with Pluto upon their sun walk into this transit one person and come out another. Now I can offer my testimony to the truth of this astrological wisdom. There is nothing more potent than the death of identity while observing oneself, at least from my perspective. And...contemplation in retrospect feels delightful compared to the swimming-in-molasses reality I have been in for years.

Although I am not in the clear by any means, I can see the light. In 2023, astrologically speaking, the sun will blaze upon the horizon of my inner and outer world and finally, in 2024, the sun will have risen. What does this mean? I don’t know. What I do know is that traversing the dark night of my soul for the last several years will only make me ever more appreciative of the pure honey love of the golden sun upon my skin and illuminating my heart.

Moving on with gratitude

I am now 30,000 feet in the air and taking a moment to give thanks for the magic that this past week has offered. The help of dear friends, family, and community in the form of well wishes, on-the-ground support, nourishment, purchasing power, and presence has been invaluable. I feel so fulfilled and joyful knowing that cherished items that have traveled with me for years to decades will now warm the homes of those near and dear to my heart.

What moves me is possibility! This week I went to the opera, threw a successful yard sale + day party, was baptized in String Lake under the Tetons, stirred a cauldron of fire for six hours burning every paper I have held onto from the last two decades (letters, cards, taxes, recipes, teachings, research, false promises, love notes), ate 3 waffles with matcha coconut creme from Cultivate Cafe, healed my heart, got massaged, hydrated, spent quality time with my dear sisters, touched everything I owned and let go of 85% of my belongings including my vehicle (aka tortoiseshell, apartment, conference room, …)

Speaking of moving, the image for this week’s journal is a gift from my dear friend Abby. When she surprised me with this artful rendition of my Jackson sanctuary, I was moved to tears. It’s just that the sweetness of this home was palpable, and the healing energy, undeniable. Anyone who spent a moment in there did not want to leave it. It was cool in the summer and cozy in the winter. And the sunlight filtered in from the East, the South, and West with illuminated perfection throughout the course of the day. I was blessed with the best landlords who felt more like teammates in life. This home was an extension of my heart and will remain within me always. Thank you for letting me share it with you.

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