YES HELLO, Reader!!!

Greetings, my friend! Another Happy Venus Day to you; the day ov beauty and ARTE and LOVE and harmony. To those ov you spinning in the Northern Hemisphere, I do hope that your mind has been as bloomin' as the natural world around you. Oh, Spring. What a magical TIME ov the y-era.

As you know, every day I go outside and feed unsalted, shelled peanuts to my crow friends. There was one rainy day that I went out a lot earlier than my usual feeding TIME and there were no crows in sight. I waited patiently by one ov the feeding areas on Spring Street and thanks to my idling, I was afforded the opportunity to closely observe a tall tree in my neighborhood. I peered up and admired the curly, fractal-like bare branches ov the towering wooden entity swaying gently in the wind and rain. The tree was comprised ov wintery grey and brown tones, besides the dark green moss on the bark and ONE single bright green leaf bloom. I looked around carefully for a second green leaf, but ALL the other buds on the terminating ends ov each branch were still earthy brown bulbs concealing the fetal leaves.

The crows never showed up, so I left some peanuts in our designated spot and returned home feeling good about seeing the first bloom ov the Spring Street tree. Later that evening, I went downstairs to speak to concierge about getting a code to the package room. They had a little "be back in 10 minutes" sign on the desk and instead ov retreating upstairs for the duration, I decided to walk over and look at the one-leaf tree I admired earlier. Much to my surprise and joy, there were now multiple dozens ov little green leaves who had booshed out ov their buds to join the first lone leaf I spotted earlier. Everyday since then, their numbers multiply as the tree evolves from bare branches to a bright green sight to behold. Taking TIME to observe and admire the natural world is a newfound LOVE ov mine. Admiring Spring from Spring Street feels like cosmic poetry. I can't help but think about a quote I read on a teabag string while at the Vipassana meditation center: "Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished." -Lao Tzu

Speaking ov Spring, I made a large-scale, analog collage this week that is an embodiment ov the season. I have to give credit to the MUSE, because the piece assembled itself without much mental input from me. In fact, it wasn't until after the piece was completed and glued that I looked up the meaning ov the intuitively incorporated rune. The rune is "Berkana" which symbolizes the Spring, fertility, birth, growth, new beginnings, the Birch tree, renewal, and creativity. Here have a look. Aptly, I titled the collage "Berkana":

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Lemme tell you, Reader, I am going through quite a strange energetic TIME. I feel like I am trepidatiously lingering in a mercurial limbo realm. GOD's waiting room. Like a bantling bird hatching from a fragile egg who hasn't yet seen the world she is being birthed into, yet feels the scaffolding ov her familiar home crumbling around her. However, my familiar egg home is already long gone. I am a cold, naked, blind bird fumbling in a new expansive void. I left a lucrative career path that kept me busy and my bills paid with enough cash left over to afford me the luxury ov never having to worry about money (something I never took for granted because I'm intimately aware ov the cortisol-spiking Hell that is living paycheck to paycheck while in massive debt and operating in a full-on scarcity mindset reality.) I have stepped away from the alcohol industry with the desire in my heart to honor my creativity and wanting my thoughts, words and actions to help people, rather than hinder them.

Since getting sober, serving alcohol to others makes me feel like a rapist, a murderer, a slave-master, a hypocrite and a conman ALL at once. Alcohol is the source ov ALL my worst decisions in LIFE and is directly tied to the deepest pains I've felt AND inflicted unto others. I left the service industry in search ov being truly in service to others by expressing my creative truth; by being a living example that when we follow our hearts and noblest desires, the universe conspires with us allowing our DREAMS to unfold spectacularly into manifest reality. I am still toiling through untangling the knotted stories I hold in my subconscious and conscious mind about money, self-employment, being an artist, value, scarcity, success, TIME, worth, and work. I have a chaotically swinging internal pendulum ov self-doubt on one end and cosmic-confidence on the other. Another pendulum swinging from happily savoring my harmonious stable present to my panicked practical sense ov needing substantial future financial income to continue living in one ov the most expensive cities on the planet.

The only guide I have is the desire in my heart distilled into my Polaris Star, yet I am unnerved because I do not yet know the terrain ahead or the mode ov transportation required to get there. My ARTE feels so niche and is clearly not for mass consumption, made evident by my battle with social media censorship. I am banned from posting on YouTube for 3 months due to the nudity in my ARTE. Most galleries I've researched in the area expressly disclose that they will only exhibit family-friendly ARTE in their mission statements, shunning anything that deals with topics ov sex, sexuality or nudity. I reach out to curators, gatekeepers and artists on social media inviting them to my world with dismal response metrics.

This is the post-birth awkward stumbling dance. My new feet are not fully formed. My feathers are wet with the amniotic fluids ov my yolk sac. I am unsure ov myself. I'm afraid. Yet, I forge ahead into the unknown with LOVE in my heart and hope on my brow. I am keeping my eyes open for the breadcrumb clues leading me to open doors. Taking a leap ov faith is scary. Dedicating oneself to living in line with what's honest, healthy and pure is the antithesis ov our societal scaffolding. I come to you today on my knees in prayer that we ALL find a way to LIVE in truth embracing our creative gifts, without sacrificing our sanity, security or harmony.

I know we are ALL co-creators ov our reality, whether we are doing so consciously or not. I know that GOD resides within us ALL. I know magic is real. I believe in miracles. I believe in the power ov ARTE. I believe in infinite LOVE. I believe in YOU, Reader, and your ability to make your DREAMS come true. May the seeds you sow bloom beautifully. May your harvest be bountiful. May you have enough to share with others. May you be blessed with abundance and the ability to behold the beauty that surrounds you. Always. ALL ways. ALL weighs.

BIG LOVE

GOLD BLESS YOU

JAI KALI MA!

YOUR FRIENDLY CYBERHOOD NEIGHBOR,

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P.P.S. Here is a recent automatic drawing I spawned in my sketchbook using my favorite brush pen:

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PEACE FOR ALL!

☻ BE BLOOMIN' ☻

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