3.2 short & sweet

I always have things to say but what I’m too tired to do is design them in a nice way for you to read.

~ A 5 minute read or listen to a voice recording of the article ~

I have also left this article to the last minute on a Sunday. I have to write the article, then transfer it into Substack, edit it, re-read it, put pictures in, re-read it, record audio, re-read it, and then, schedule it. I’m going to be honest; I have things to say, cause I always have things to say, but what I’m too tired to do is design them in a nice way for you to read.

I’m tired cause I’m 34 weeks pregnant and all I can think about these days in birthing the baby. Labour and birth; birth and labour. I think I had one of those fake contractions the other night and I was terrified. Mostly because it was 10pm and I was so tired and I thought, ‘is this it? Is this where we start this initiation? All I want to do is sleep.’ Then I got more scared cause they seemed to come at a regular pace, not painful per se but certainly not comfortable but then they stopped and that made me think, ‘the real ones won’t stop; they will escalate, lol.’

As I have mentioned, everyone keeps telling me, ‘don’t be afraid’ or, OR, ‘why are you afraid?’ which seems like the most ridiculous, comical question to ever pass someone’s lips to my ears simply because I’m like, ‘have you not heard the stories?’ But now, I embrace my fear. I hold it and love it.

In Six Feet Under, (if you haven’t watched this epic series about death I strongly advise you do although I know advice is so folly), one of the main characters David, has something traumatic happen to him. He runs from the fear for months, always turning his back on it until the fear becomes even more scary than the event. The fear turns into this monster of great scale, so terrifying, until one day, he turns around and faces it and, embraces it. He embraces the monster, he embraces the fear. The scene is intense, moving, uncomfortable, but mostly, it is riddled with relief; ‘thank god he has faced it,’ you feel. When we stop running we can finally breathe.

So today I will tell you what I am grateful for and maybe after, you can tell me what you are grateful for cause recently I keep thinking, if we have no grace for what we have, no matter how little, no matter how big, we can’t really be happy with it, be present with it, be in love with life.

one of my weekly tarot messages from my GRAM

I am grateful for the song I am listening to right now called The Dream Before The Ring That Woke Me by David Karsten Daniels. It was my first song on my new playlist, sun ra little cub. It is simply beautiful.

I am grateful for waking up to sun; for our towels drying in the sunny winter wind; that no matter what we have in the house Josh can always, always, make a delicious meal. I am grateful for our hour walk along the Yarra this morning, the blue sky, the birds with their wings out, drying them in the sun. I’m grateful for my long hair even though it really, really, annoys me 98% of the time. I’m grateful for my blue nails as I type this article and watch the colour bounce around. I’m grateful for my raspberry tea even though its a bit too sweet but knowing its getting my body prepared for some serious shit.

nothing like bright colour

I’m grateful Josh is walking with a new friend he met, and his phone call with another new mate yesterday, and that his friend’s baby that was born with no oxygen is now nearly ready to go home to them. I am grateful its the new moon in Gemini and we are going to practice a ritual of self love with rose oil, setting intentions for the month around identity and creativity as that is which house Gemini sits in for each of us. I am grateful for my connection to the moon and the stars and the planets cause they are always there, shining down their wisdom. I find it so arrogant that people think Astrology is folly when it is the longest studied science in the world; how could we possibly assume we know more than the stars and planets? But I’m grateful for the skeptics because that there, is the balance.

I am grateful I have let go of money, bit by bit; that I am not in the rat race, that I am the tortoise, not the hare, who is competing, desperate to get to the end instead of the tortoise who is set on enjoying it and doesn’t want to make it a competition because competition is how they keep us fighting when we could all just mosey along and enjoy the ride.

I am grateful that it hits me once every so often that I will die; that I think ‘oh no man, I have loved it all even the sad scary times and I don’t want it not to be here anymore. I want it to go forever,’ but cause I have these thoughts I can slow down, slow down, slow down, cause being busy seems so silly when you know you're going to die.

I am grateful that the winter solstice is Wednesday and that from here out, each day will get, minute by minute, longer.

I’m the princess of swords

I AM the princess of swords. I am quick of mind, so quick most people can’t keep up with my changing thoughts, moving from one topic to another. I am all action, just like the element that governs the swords; AIR. I observe. I learn. Princes and Princesses are the apprentices of their suit; learning how to harness the power of their element.

I am warm, chatty, and curious. I am so curious; I look over my neighbours fence to see what they are up to. I want to pursue my passion with no ego meaning, who cares what others think, do it for you. This is the princess of swords x

Keep scrolling to see some other princesses and babes being tarot cards xox