This week is a gut check. Our feelings writhe within us; we are a veritable sea of internal turmoil and emotional instability. We're doing all we can to ride the wave, stay in the boat, see through the storm, blah blah blah. We're crying on the inside, like winners.
Though troubled, we are blessed; these stormy waters within us means we have loved and we have been loved. The presence (present!) of love is always a gift, no matter what happens next.
We need to talk about what happens next though. The presence of love is ethereal, magical, mystical, intangible, effortless - but the application of love is detailed, logical, practical and tangible. This isn't the vast metaphor this subject matter deserves, but to express the sentiment in the simplest terms: MUHFUCKAS CAN'T EAT LOVE. The feeling of love requires nothing but the expression requires a whole damn lot.
So, yeah. This week we are love, we are loved, we in love- but until the action matches the energy, we fighting, periodt. Mars is in Taurus and Venus is in Capricorn... y'all might not know what that means but let me just say- SOLID OFFERS ONLY. We can't build homes or fill our bellies with our feelings.
This week, it's real shit or nothing at all.
A monthly message, alchemized/ channeled from tarot cards, seasoned with intuition and life experience, served with love.