Musings and What-not

I have often succumbed to the "deliciousness" of Oreo Cookies, Cheetos, Doritos, Dr. Pepper, Haagen Dazs, and countless others. Additionally, I have supported companies that offer various services — that degrade resources needed to sustain life on this plane(t) — all in the name of convenience.

Not many people would look at this adage in a positive light. Many look upon it with disdain and wish it had never been uttered. Or better yet... that Murphy had actually been an optimist.

I do not always wear crystals. Now that you have picked yourself off the floor from that revelation allow me to explain why.

Many times, I have written about accepting who we are. Many times, I have taking the journey of this humanness and tried to lay into simple terms that we, as a collective, are not human at all.

When I was 4 years old, my mother and her then-husband took me and my half-siblings to see a movie. This movie touched me so profoundly that it has remained a beloved favorite for over 45 years. That movie was Jesus Christ Superstar . I vividly remembering saying to my mother, much to her horror, how sexy Jesus was. Well, the actor who was portraying him. Then Caiaphas' fine behind came on screen, and I'm pretty sure I lost my shit. SO sexy! I was four. And ahead of my time. But I digress... back to the purpose of this writing. Of all the movies I have watched through the years, this one still moves me. One song in particular brings to mind the feelings that a Lightworker feels at some point on their journey. Feelings of being tired of their mission. Feelings of wanting it to be over. An intense longing to return Home. I, too, have felt these intense emotions. And quite often, I have holed myself up... in hopes that the cup would be given to someone else. The cup that can be in...

With 3 planets in retrograde in my 7th house , which also happens to be playing in Virgo, I tend to not only over-analyze that area of my life, but complicate it too.

A lot stuff is coming up today... like a tsunami. One minute, I feel weepy. The next, I feel bored. Shortly thereafter... I feel like calling 1-800-CUT-A-BITCH!