Uranus turns over..
in his bed. He can't sleep. So he speaks, aloud, a few soliloquies.
The Rebel
"I can feel that something has changed. Heart letting go of what I’ve never had. Heart holding on to what has always been supporting me. The Earth is my first Lover. It has always been the Water; Blood of Gaia, teaching me a Way to Love myself.
A Human Develops
the root center, then the throat. That's just the Way it goes, ass to mouth. Literally, your butt -hole is the first physical attribute you form. But only you can decide how to cross the distance. Between every action is a vote, and the shapes you could make are end -less. And even then, a map cannot dictate the stakes, and how you Will pass through them. It is the body who makes; steps to pulse out, and tune in. Your roots determine how the whole spine begins to spiral from it's base, in order to adjust. If perpetually unbalanced, muscles begin to over -compensate, or under-perform; shifting with the change. "The Tao is not in harmony," the Body says. The Earth in you starts seeking to establish . b a l a n c e .
A Shepherd Lets a Field
lie fallow. "Grow," he whispers, "the simple things. Rest." The Earth obeys, and unguided grasses rage. It could be years before he cultivates that field again, but he has other pastures that he tends to, meticulously. -Not a hint of milk -weed, will poison but a lamb. Always must at least one field lie fallow, to let become what Will upon the land. Without that, there's nothing to dream with; just illusions, created by a Farmer's hand.
Fascia is it’s Own Great
Mystery; The mycelial web of all tissue, connecting the body. It is fascinating to be in your body and experiment with your own release. Discovering which points feel like Yin, or Yang; sunken, or bursting. "I Change," the Body says. "I am forever, Changling."
Planetary Signatures 