Remembering a Dream Seed - Taurus New Moon
reweaving self-sacrifice into greater capacity for me
When I find myself caught in a web of limitation I must pause to untangle the threads.
This is my work.
Sometimes this pause is graceful and intentional, guided by my inner spider woman, but sometimes I am brought to my knees, unable to take another step forward for the threads have wrapped themselves too tightly around my throat and chest that I can no longer breathe.
I found myself here this Spring.
Endless launches, one after another, collaborations, threshold crossing, deaths, and another solo move after New Mexico guided me through hell then kicked me out.
I’ve spent the last few weeks living out of a suitcase and a packed-to-the-brim car with my cat in tow while descending into the chaotic buzz of L.A.
I found myself holding it all, the old and the new, but no one was around to hold me when I got tired, or when I needed to take a break, or when the weight of the old life clinging to my ankles widened the gap between the new life I was weaving, making it feel impossible to anchor.