Today, as I take a breather from the truly wild emotional roller coaster I seem to be riding, I had to share with you my dear friend Marty’s latest art activism project. Marty is the least political person I know but the most effective art activist. Each project her voice rings true as proponent of LOVE through ART to raise the vibration and keep it going. Before the HEART project she was yarn bombing trees in the wee hours in the Pacific NorthWest then decorating poles and lampposts in Boulder (surprise!) and now she is outside Palm Springs in the wild wind desert on the road to Joshua Tree where she is managing her heart project. She and a few of her students have been knitting tiny hearts and then, when people are snoozing, hang them on doorknobs and car handles. Kind of like if the Easter Bunny and the St. Valentine cherub had a LOVE child that would be Marty and her minions.
Flowers on roses only form on the new growth and so I had to hack back the frozen and damaged branches to make way for the new growth and flowers to come later this month. I can’t help but see the parallel to our own experience this Spring – hacking waaaay back all the things we thought we would be doing and returning to a refined, cut back version of ourselves, making way for new growth.
Full Moons are always times of release and absolutely no time like this potent Scorpio Full Moon to release all emotions that have been stored, built up, reservoired, saved for a rainy day, and generally repressed – time for a grand release in a way that hurts neither yourself nor any other beings in your range, but finding ways to release your emotions so you are left free to grow new leaves, new branches, for your own blossoming to come forth.
I don’t know about you but I’m quickly approaching maximum craziness, as is Arthur, my cat. He has been waking me at all hours of the night, knocking all kinds of things over. Before dawn he jumped on the bed and bit my lip, thank you very much. He is yowling and chasing ghost faeries and spurning his ridiculously expensive food (I could eat it myself). He demanded to go out so I leashed him up and we did a few walks around the garden and then it started to rain and he wasn’t very happy about that (but I am!) so back inside and now there’s a giant hummingbird moth trying to escape a closed window so I had to move my kitchen table then climb on top of it to open the highest window so the moth could escape as Arthur was throwing himself against the wall to try to get at it. And it’s not even 7am.
I am so in Virgo-mode I even organized my clothes closet by color, which is an armoire and not really a closet as this Victorian house has no closets and realized all my clothes are either peachy-orange, blue, black, or grey. Interesting. Maybe my time would be better spent writing my various projects swirling around in my head or reading someone else’s well-said words but I can’t seem to sit still long enough to do that. What seems more important at the moment is my favorite contestant on American Idol made it to the top 10 and I am thrilled. That clearly shows you where I am at and so be it. I did drop some flowers by houses of women who I know are flying solo these days and made some calls to chat it up with others cocooning and planted pots of velvety pansies and still I feel like I’m in some faerie-esque version of the apocalypse. At least I have a good sound track.