This weekend is stellar, seriously. Monday’s New Moon in Cancer is also the Summer Solstice, the longest day and shortest night of the year, and an important time of festivity among many different faiths.
Astrologically, this weekend is looking up to be a comfortable, accepting time, from my perspective, anyway. The grey clouds rolling through darkening the sky are welcome even though they are threatening to rule out a blaze in the fire pit tonight.
I’m opening up to the energy, feeling cleaner, after six days of treating myself with sodium chloride, or MMS, it feels as if I have opened up a new channel of energy, as all of the pathogens are being destroyed and carted out of my system and I’m watching how my body reacts to this process.
All at once, one cup of coffee seems to be enough for me in the morning. I find myself pouring the second one out. What? Me? I can go through four cups easy, normally.
Yesterday I went out into my garden and just started picking lettuce off of the plant, rinsing it in a cup of water, and eating right there.
My body appreciated it, and it was telling me so. This morning I got up and spontaneously stretched, danced and did yoga because my body wanted to move and stretch and feel itself.
Almost as if my body and I were finally communicating with me on a level that needs no guessing on my part. It’s intrinsic.
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