It’s been a Twin Peaks-y few days.
Yesterday it was ‘pffft new shoes’.
Pulled off a pretty spectacular stage show regardless, the new rubber grips made me stop short, but I made it work.
Today I have echoes of the Giant in my head…insisting with growing urgency ‘it’s happening again’.
When gentle giants panic, it’s time to panic and listen. Let him take the ring, it comes back.
Yes, it’s happening again.
David Lynch has stepped in to direct this chapter of my life.
Wow Bob. Wow.
I watched Twin Peaks when it originally aired. T’was the only time, as teenagers, that my sister and I got along. She was patient and explained what I had missed, I jumped in on the 4th episode.
Mercury is slippy sliding into retrograde and yesterday I hit a fucking wall. I was aimed right at it, knew it was there, it’s a big ol’ red brick wall. Kinda hard to miss.
I put myself on lockdown. No stepdaughter to kill the Wi Fi so I just stayed offline. Whiskey remained in the bottle. Hatches were battened, storm weathered and I came out after 12 hours sleep, decidedly alright.
I don’t see the point in going through anything shitty if lessons can’t be learned. Again, I am still learning. I wish I was the kind of girl who could read a thing or see a thing and just be okay with not trying the thing. But, as it stands I learn by fucking shit up. Second chances always come and I abide by what I have learned.
I am tired of being sorry for the things I said when Mercury was in retrograde.
I know the rules.
I fucked myself in May. Thought I could circumvent the law and started fucking a new boy, which lead the proverbial fucking of me. I knew better. Mercury is my patron planet, I got love, of the tough variety. Apparently my job is to dole out the get out of jail free cards, they are not mine to use, only to honor.
‘Fuck the ellipses’ I said.
Nay nay the Gods replied. Wait…
This… is… necessary.
I believe in a global consciousness. I have found myself wondering if perhaps we are doing ourselves a disservice by announcing retrogrades as they occur.
“One thousand, nay, a million voices full of fear. And terror possessed me then. And I begged, “Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?” And the angel said unto me, “These are the cries of the carrots.” (Tool Disgustipated).
Spiritually…We are panicking so the Gods give us something to panic about.
Scientifically…Mercury is a giant hunk of iron pushing and pulling at earth. Less influential than the moon, but still. Makes sense that all of our gadgets and trinkets could get fucked up by magnetic disturbances such as this.
Luckily I left myself breadcrumbs and hieroglyphs in blog posts. I’ll find my way.
First rule of retrograde, don’t talk about retrograde (whoops).
Second rule of retrograde don’t try anything new.
Third rule of retrograde, back everything the fuck up, and wait.
Fingers crossed, the truck I have waited 9 and a half weeks for is coming home tomorrow. I have nicknamed it the Dragon-Tank. Technically something old and not something new.
I have 36 written pieces for here, there and everywhere in various stages of development. They all need to be finished.
3 ghosts to exercise or exorcise depending.
I will back all of it up.
I am using this last bit of summer we have been blessed with to get ready for fall.
Tie up loose ends, shed what doesn’t serve me and in 21 days, I can help myself to something new.
I’ll be hiding in the Bookhouse, if you need me, (try not to) that is where I will be.
Keeping fish out of the percolator, drinking damn fine cups of coffee and eating a cherry pie that’ll kill ya.
For the record, the owls are exactly what they seem.