tiny missives from my life
tiny missives from my life
is it weird to open myself up to vulnerability?
one:
i keep thinking about how hippos are just murderous, vengeful sea stallions. and that pablo escobar’s cocaine hippos truly survived and proliferated in colombia to the point that they were declared an invasive species because they kept attacking people. but they’re so cute, how could they be so mean?!
there is a really cute story about two hippo orphans that lived at a rhino rescue— they were recently released back into the wild, which is really what matters.
but i gotta say: i respect these gigantic tanks because god, they have so much power that they utilise when they feel threatened. when i was younger (but shit, even now) i received unsolicited comments about my body through insults, backhanded compliments on weight loss, and people who tossed aside comparisons to animals like whales, manatees or hippos. i suppose the punchline is that if someone calls me a hippo again, i can cite sources about how they’re one of the most dangerous mammals alive.
two:
someone dear to me likes to say their motto is “time is the enemy.” but perhaps it’s because they possess a beautiful, brilliant mind that waxes and pores over the construct of time through the lens of philosophy. my fiancé often laments about time in a similar fashion. he emits groans, pleading with the universe for an extra four hours to tack onto the day so that he can get everything done and have enough rest.
the strangest thing about being an astrologer, but also moving towards death work is that my life focuses on time, and the fact that it isn’t promised to us. we are running on borrowed hours, and cycling through it together on this earth means that i emphasise good relationships over everything else. there will never be enough time in my life for me to do everything i desire, but when i spend time with loved ones, i yearn for a little more with them. the cosmos play a role in timing because it’s helpful to navigate the planetary weather to prepare one’s self. that’s why it’s called a forecast: i might not be headed outside today, but if i have to go out, i’m prepared for what might come my way. i find building those relationships with the planets to be beneficial in understanding them more.
i tell my loves that time, despite it being cyclical and loopy by nature, is relative. even though there’s never enough time, the moments i spend with loved ones feels infinite and expansive. hours talking on end, developing intimacy feels like mere seconds. i can hardly tell that five hours passed by without a hitch. often, i’ll beg for more.
a precious commodity is seemingly infinite in certain situations.
and yet, there’s never enough of it, is there?
cosmic catharsis books were open today, but submissions were capped at 15, so they’ve now closed. if you’re interested in submitting, i only take one session per month for the tattoo collaboration.
however, i am also announcing a beta/test offering where i write a prompt for you after our reading together, and you can bring that to an artist (portrait, tattooer, etc) of your choice to make something out of it!