From September 17th until October 9th Mercury is in retrograde, or
“retrofit” as my husband likes to say, but he’s not a big “asstrology” fan. I don’t REALLY know what this retrograde thing is all about, but I’ve heard things can go askew during this time. In a way, it makes no sense, because beginning last weekend everything got wonky in my perfect little world.
It seems nothing is getting done. I arrive at confirmed appointments at the wrong time (miscommunication), meetings seem uneasy, misunderstandings rear their heads, traffic is unbearable and things just aren’t falling into place, in fact, they may not even have a place.
Do you know what I mean? Does this ever happen to you? I KNOW it does. Sure, we try to remain positive and hopeful, because we know if we even dare breathe on the idea of the energy-sucking, fire-breathing dragon, we give life to it…and I ain’t no dragon mama! (click to tweet)
Insight comes in unusual places. In the middle of a desert, I suppose one would expect a few good insights. Jesus found and resisted temptation in a desert. In Paulo Coehelo’s “The Alchemist” the desert stood between the characters and their dreams, until they learned to embrace its offerings. Insights in the desert – I had some at a festival called, “Burning Man.”
I spent days preceding and the weekend of Labor Day on a salt flat in the desert, being reminded of things that really matter in life. It was a wholly unique and personal experience. Although there were over 70,000 other people with me. I have feeling for each person…
the insights revealed were uniquely their own.
Perhaps, some had no realizations at all. I’m always inviting wisdom into my life; whether or not I recognize it as it comes, is debatable. And, I still maintain those who claim wisdom are the very people it eludes (click to tweet).
For many days I breathed through a scarf because winds and dirt devils made it impossible to breathe and see clearly – the irony is not lost on me here. Days passed and I didn’t have the luxury of bathing…but, in the desert’s defense, it was a really, really dry dirt. It was impossible to drag a comb through my hair. Even a Really. Wide. Toothed. Comb. It was all okay, because when the skies cleared or the sun set, I was treated Continue reading “Burn Notice – Insights from Burning Man”