Perhaps inspired by the piece I recently submitted to LaTonya Yvette or the new piece I’m working on for a zine, or the recent jump from Instagram back to her old blog that Julie Letowski made, I’m overwhelmed with the desire to write, as practice. It’s worth mentioning, too, that I just finished Getting To Center by Marlee Grace and the idea of practice, practices, and practicing have been on my mind. So I’m committing to showing up here daily. Is this a rebound to the days of LiveJournal? Anyway, my mind has been whirring lately, and we’re in the midst of another Mercury retrograde, so it feels appropriate to start COMMUNICATING on some different level. I’ve also committed to what I’m hoping will be 30 days off Instagram (today is day three). So I’m shifting the way I communicate, I’m slowing down and working with more intention. I love Instagram and I don’t think it’s evil as long as you don’t let it get the best of you, but I feel like I was letting it get the best of me. Just clicking the app aimlessly, not needing to see anything, filling the void. It’s been surprisingly easy to let go of this, a huge relief, even. I had to log on to retrieve something from a message, and the brief flash of seeing a post from a friend before clicking into the messages filled me with anxiety and stress and, I’ll admit, FOMO.
I’m still taking pictures I would have posted on the app. Taking pictures isn’t bad, and sharing them isn’t bad, there’s nothing inherently bad about any of these steps, but I was feeling bad (and I know I’m not the only one).
I very recently learned I was born during a Mercury retrograde, April ’91. Marlee Grace was also born during a Mercury retrograde. She’s a Gemini, and as she said in an interview with Autostraddle, “I have my Sun, Mercury, Venus, Midheaven, and Chiron all in Gemini. So I’m truly here to be a communicator and a messenger”. I have my Venus and Midheaven in Gemini, too. My 10th house of career and authority is ruled by Gemini. Gemini is ruled by Mercury-the messenger, the communicator, the little wings on the ankles.
Anyway, the baby woke up, the day got away, but I’m committed. I’ll be back tomorrow.
Nora Wormwood 