schlugliminal
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03-20-2023
🕑 Added 2023-03-20 20:10:55 +0000 UTCIt is the vernal equinox today. The beginning of Spring. These transitional moments mean more to me living in the far-north than they did when I lived on an island where sunlight was an inconsistent and season-less gift. Existing on Earth in a place that forces you into obvious cycles of light-and-dark, cold-and-warm, wet-and-dry, is a ride in itself.
I have been in a bit of an incubation-and-organization phase over the past month since My Yucky Valentine concluded. I’ve had a lot of thoughts about the process swimming around and finding their home in my spiritual and emotional space as I clean and restructure in my physical space. I’d like to share that soon, but there’s a little more work to be done before synthesis is available. I worry sometimes about not making time to catalog the mess of thoughts and actions for myself to process when I’m in the piecing-together phase, and also taking too much time to catalog them when I’m in the make-shit-happen phase and missing the moments as they pass. I reckon we all probably struggle with recognizing and maintaining that balance more or less. I had a good conversation with some friends last week about routines, and it reminded me how important it is for me to write in the morning. Every morning. It’s hygiene.
Coming up, Psychic Spychick is playing an all-ages show at the Basement, inspired by the art show we put on, creating much needed space for inter-generational collaboration and support. We are also working on a new project I’m hesitant to share too much about yet in this space, but I’ve shared some thoughts privately with some of you over the past month or so and that has been deeply productive. Thank you for that.
For now I will share with you the fact that since my last creative check-in: I now have a desktop computer, my home is no longer a full-time make-the-deadline work-zone, I painted a wall and put up some very functional shelves, I transplanted my aloe pups and started seeds for my garden, and it was warm enough yesterday to remove the hard-pack on my porch. I hope you are doing well. Tomorrow is a new moon. Time for seeds of intention. Don’t plant too many to nurture at once. Things get bigger when they grow.
