H is for...

happiness is the obvious choice, but why go for the obvious choice?  I do want to talk about my health, though, so I'll do:   Health & Happiness!  less obvious, and more ambiguous...

literally my 8th post on this blog, all the way back in 2009, was about my weight!  I'm not going to search through 10 years worth of posts, though...wait.  I can just search them by labels, if I labelled them in such a way as to be able to find them...

under the label 'diet':  there are only post from 2018, when I did the Whole30 challenge this past summer.

under the label 'food journal':  the same

and under 'healthy lifestyle':  starting in May, just before I started the Whole30.

I know, I'm not being very body positive, but it's My journey, and I get to talk about it how I like!

I'm sure I've talked about my health & happiness on this blog before, I'm just not searching in a way that's yielding results.  in any case, I weighed in at 245.2 yesterday!  the teen and I discussed what wrestling weight class that would put me in, and if we thought I could beat the guy who wrestles at that weight class in their school.  I've been drinking lemon water in the mornings, taking 10 minutes to be grateful, and doing as many sun salutations as I can - which has literally - pathetically - been one, but I think I'm going to try and push it to two soon.  I'm behind schedule because the full moon and other facts are simultaneously lighting a fire under me/holding me back, and I wanted to get to the page.  I also hadn't checked my blood in ages, so I did that, too, and it was 130 yesterday, and this morning was at 195!  so even though I don't Feel sick, or in any way affected by diabetes, it would behoove me to go back to paying more attention.  this journey on/to/through/about 50 is more than just a birthday, or 'lose 50 before 50' (which I obviously failed miserably), it's about Here I Am.  This Is Where I Find Myself - and not in the *waves hands around* like some animated hippie talking about 'finding himself, man...' way - like my physical location, in a human body, on this timeline.  I've lived by the seat of my pants; the skin of my teeth; flying by night; where the day took me; by my wit, will, and wiles.  time to...do what?  fix it?  I don't know...

I feel really positive right now - it's probably the vitamin D from the sun.  but I have been, once again, taking steps to merge the immensity of my knowledge with the smallness of my mind, and remember to take care of the simple things that can be ever so beneficial to my aging body.  my newest thing is I've been drinking hot lemon water in the morning along with taking the time to be grateful and set my intentions, doing a few (okay, one) sun salutations, taking better care of my teeth, and eating breakfast.

on one recent 'lemon water morning', I was feeling good, so I spontaneously threw in a small shot of apple cider vinegar, and a dropper-full of iodine (supports healthy thyroid function), which I assumed wouldn't taste all that grand, so I added a teaspoon of honey as well.  but Wow, it sure was a kick in the tonic!

so here's the recipe for my newly invented 'morning tonic' gleaned by searching 'best morning tonics', cross-referencing 10 different recipes, and making up one for my own.  they all included lemon and ginger, most had turmeric, some called for honey, less for syrup, some for cayenne or black pepper.  one included apple cider vinegar, one a pinch of cinnamon.  while using coconut water does sound appealing, the addition of parsley does not:

• coconut water (optional)
• juice from 1/2 lemon
• 1 tsp. fresh grated ginger
• 1 tsp. fresh grated turmeric
• spoonful of honey (or maple syrup)
• pinch of cayenne or black pepper
• 1Tbs. apple cider vinegar
• pinch of cinnamon
• dropper of iodine (optional)

put all the ingredients in a mug, and pour almost-boiling water over it to halfway full, then add room temperature filtered water to fill the cup.  it makes a great juice with the addition of a beet, a cucumber, and a pear:  https://www.mindbodygreen.com/articles/the-brain-boosting-tonic-this-neurologist-drinks-every-morning

I just got my teeth cleaned, too, which is great because I'm starting to take my periodontal health more seriously, now that it's so irreversibly advanced.  so I spend about 20 minutes 'pulling' coconut oil (which is sloshing it around my mouth) before brushing and flossing regularly.  that's approximately 30 minutes to take care of my teeth each day.  I hope it helps!

I don't know what that Periodontitis tooth is so happy about...

cooking Friday dinner kicked my back out this week, so I skipped everything on Saturday (it was the teen's birthday, and we had plans that weren't going to wait for me to do my full 2 hour routine) but got right back to it the next day.  I did 2 sun salutations, even though my back is still all messed up...whatever.  I weigh a lot.  it makes me unhappy, and I believe it makes me hurt.  like my hips, after a whole day of cooking.  and then I have to be easy until I feel better so I can do it again.  I've got to get this weight off.  the yoga - I run out of breath.  I pushed myself to do the two sun salutations today because I felt it was time.  two weeks of doing one, and then my back and hips were hurting, but I pushed it, because I really didn't want to do it at all, but I didn't want to push it, but I also did want to push it, so I just did it, and that's the important part.  I've been at it for three weeks, now, and I can remember a time in the recent past when I did three, so it's time to step it up.  I proved I could drop 30 pounds in a month by simply changing my diet - if I can get my big butt moving, and on a regular basis, I can do so much more.

we did celebrate the teen's birthday - nothing elaborate, just a friend, some favorite snacks, and video games.  a moment in time.  this is happiness, to me - joy in simple pleasures.

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G is for...

Gratitude: the quality of being thankful; readiness to show appreciation for and to return kindness

there's so much to be thankful for, and one of them - for me - is gardens and gardening.  I haven't had much success with fruits or veggies at my current residence, as there isn't enough sunlight that hits my porch for long enough periods of time to grow anything edible, but that doesn't mean I haven't tried, or that I don't continue to try, every spring.  posted below is an image of one of my porch gardens from several years back - it was my first try with cucumbers, and they did so well, we had wonderful homegrown cucumbers all season long.  that garden also yielded radishes, lettuce, broccoli, and one tiny green pepper.  there was tomato blight that year, so I didn't get any, though I do think I tried anyway.  that porch got great light, so it was a pretty successful garden, overall.

cucumbers growing in my porch garden

seed starts from another garden

I grew up with an appreciation for glassblowing because it was something my mother was into, and when I was in my 30's, I worked at several different glassblowing studios and galleries as a 'tour guide', sales person, and packer and shipper, though I did have opportunities to help out in the studio (stretching cane and mixing frit, mostly), and try my hand at blowing, which is much harder than it looks.

three different artists represented by some of my collection

I'm thankful for my dad - for having known someone with such a diverse and interesting history, and being related by blood to his experiences in this world.  I'm thankful for his love and guidance, his discipline and kindness, his largesse and generosity of spirit that are so much a part of who I am.  he could be a hard man, and terrifying at times, but understanding where those reactions came from helped temper his anger, and in the end, we had deep, meaningful conversations around his recognition of what he considered his failings as a parent, which came about as he watched those patterns begin to repeat in the lives of his grandchildren.  while he never met my son outside of my own dreams, or what one might consider to be psychic experiences, I use those later conversations as a way to inform my own parenting so as not to perpetuate cycles of violence in my own family.  sometimes I get it right - sometimes, I have to ask for forgiveness.  I always forgave my dad, and my teen always forgives me, too.  I'm extremely grateful for the opportunity to build on that legacy.

my father's gravestone, in the Lower Galilee of Israel

for good measure, I'm throwing in these grapes that are growing at the Israeli archeological site called Tzippori, in what had been the garden area of what is known as the Dionysus House, because they've been growing there for hundreds of years, and I have a special connection to the mythology of Dionysus, Ariadne, the Minotaur, and the Labyrinth.  I really wanted to eat one, but I was reluctant to violate the barriers of an archaeological site to satisfy my own greedy desire, so this image will have to do.  I'm simply grateful to know they are growing there, and that I not only got to see them, but share them.

grapes from a foregone era

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F is for...

freeze frame, Fernando Poo, Ferdinand, furby's, fungi, fur, fresh hell, figures, faithlessness, Fargo fascist, forlorn, figuratively, father, Frodo, feathers, fig, flenser, fruit, fandom, furniture, frappe, fling, feisty, familiar, flowers, falafel, frabjous, flipping flapjacks, far and away, fathom, feminine, fez, fentanyl, Fandango, fix, finish, first, fib, fire, finger, frigid, fish, for/fore/four, fop, fob, fashion, foot, forget, forge, Fosse, fumble, frisk, freestyle, footloose & fancy-free...

so I've just been brainstorming and throwing out words to play with, and I found a few images I could use for several of them, but...meh.  so I think I'm going to have to go with:

FALSEHOOD

defined as "the state of being untrue".  fully fitting, given two of the comments I received on my last ABC post that I found problematic, which one participant chose to take further, and leave a hateful comment on another post I wrote, that speaks directly and specifically to the struggles people who share my ethnicity continue to face daily (while I don't think the commenter meant to be hateful, their comment was certainly uninformed, and rude).  maybe that's why I never finished a round?  I was already finding it a bit annoying that I make the time to go around and not only read, but comment on, All the links posted - because I thought that was the point of the group share...to build community, and forge connections.  but isn't that just the story of my life?  giving my energy away for free to those who don't return it?  the nature of those comments supposes a rather narrow world-view coupled with prejudice...the misinformation, and the smugness with which they get shared makes doing the work exhausting, but proves the necessity of continuing to tell The Truth.

in any case, not that's it's my job to educate people who don't seem to take the time to educate themselves, I thought I'd use this space to respond to those comments.

1. not knowing G*psy is a racial slur - IT IS.  period.  google "G*psy is a racial slur".  I've written about this on here before, and I suspect I will write about it again.  I have posted multiple links, multiple times.  there is no further excuse for Anyone to come on this blog and comment otherwise.  and now you know.
2. most Romani people are settled, and have been for generations.  the hurtful/hateful negatively stereotypical myth of 'the wandering, nomadic G*psy' is a romanticized version of an entire group of people being forced to flee for their lives, over and over again, to avoid slavery, persecution, and genocide.  this falsehood also negatively affects those known as Travellers (a different ethnic group entirely, though we are frequently lumped together), who do tend to lead a nomadic lifestyle due to the nature of their work, and who suffer from laws that criminalize their traditions.
3. claiming 'color-blindness' or an aversion to 'labels' does not relieve one of the social responsibility to recognize systemic racism, or privilege, within one's world/country/state/town/community/home/personal thoughts and practices.  we have come a long way with women's rights, civil rights, equal rights, human rights, LGBTQ and Trans rights, immigrants' rights, and the rights of those I've unintentionally left out...too far to go backwards, now.  such statements reinforce the fact that one group enjoys a certain privilege over many others - it's time for all good people to rectify that situation in every way, and that work starts at home.
4. no one gets brownie points for pointing out how 'nice' they are - that should be the baseline across the board, not something to wave as a flag of token ally-ship.  sure, 'treat others as you would like to be treated', but in today's day and age, that means acting to tear down the systems that hold millions in a cycle of poverty and oppression.  pretending otherwise is tantamount to being complicit in these practices.
5. insisting that there will always be prejudice in the world, and that there's no way to change it simply means, "I enjoy the benefits of a racist system, and I'm not going to do a thing to change that because my life is suitably comfortable."  humans are fully capable of making change, as we have proven time and again, and we will continue to do so, even in the face of violent attacks, and in many cases, death.  history speaks for itself.
6. 'Classical music' is defined as a European musical tradition lasting from approximately 1750-1830.  a broader definition can reach as far back as the 1400's, but still completely negates the ancient musical traditions of Mesopotamia, India, Persia, Egypt, China, Greece, Rome, and all 54 (+2) countries on the African Continent.  to assert that classical music is the root of ALL music is an incredibly narrow view through which to be seeing, and suggests a deep lack of historical knowledge of more subjects than just music. 

I hope I've managed to let a few nuggets of information into a dark room, here, though experience teaches me it's more likely to have made some people very angry.  good.  the dominant paradigm needs to get used to both being challenged on their outdated presumptions, and feeling somewhat uncomfortable as their positions of privilege in a decaying system begin to crumble and fall.  it wasn't all fun and games for me, either, when I realized how much I benefitted from those same systems that held my friends down, but I've learned a lot, and will continue to learn more as we come together and move forward as an extended global family.

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E is for...

ELVIS!

well, he IS 'the King', after all!  my mom, like many American women her age, was/is Mad for Elvis, so I grew up listening to his music, and have seen several of his movies.  I even remember having a poster of him in my room when I was little, because my mom put it up on my wall (I guess my dad wouldn't have wanted it in their bedroom?) but I don't remember the particular image that was on it, or I'd find it to share.  once again, pulling images from my recent trip to Israel, here are the free Elvis mugs we got while enjoying lunch at the Elvis Inn in Jerusalem, the bag one of them came in, and the paper placemat that I have no idea why I saved, but I guess it was so that I could share it here for ABC Wednesday!

one side of the mugs...

...and the other!

there are some people who say that Elvis was Romani (G*psy [this word is a racial slur, but that's a different post]) - one of them is a facebook friend of mine who claims family ties - but since he's not around to confirm or deny, I don't get involved in that discussion.  there's a Whole Bunch of source material, though, in case You want to...I'll post them below.  please note that some of these articles are filled with misinformation, insensitive slurs, and outright lies.  if you're interested in learning fact from fiction, this is a good place to start.

English detail of placemat - 15 Things You Should Know About Elvis Presley

my mother and my teen hangin' with the King!

search results for 'was Elvis Romani'?

https://journeyofthegypsy.wordpress.com/2012/11/02/elvis-was-a-gypsy-or-not/

https://www.spiked-online.com/2008/07/01/elvis-in-the-ghetto-but-not-a-gypsy/

http://www.djangobooks.com/forum/discussion/7530/was-elvis-presley-roma

https://www.business-standard.com/article/news-ians/celebrating-indian-roots-of-charlie-chaplin-elvis-presley-116021001348_1.html


links to wikipedia entries with reliable source material:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Romani_people

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romani_people

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_the_Romani_people

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D is for...

Dogs

we are dog people from way back.  I grew up hearing stories about my great grandfather's dogs - the best of which was a German Shepard by the name of Duchess, mother to my grandparents' dog Lady, with whom my mother grew up.  my father worked as a shepherd as a young teen, and while I didn't hear any stories of those dogs, I remember an old picture of my father out in the fields, with his rifle, and his German Shepard.  when my dad came to the U.S. with my mother, who was in her final month of pregnancy with me, they moved in with her parents, and that first night, settling into bed next to my mom, Ayesha - the German Shepard who was part of the family at that time - got up on the bed and stood over my dad, staring him down.  apparently, that was Her spot on the bed, and as nothing about him smelled at all recognizable, she was Not in any way ready to permit him to sleep in the bed next to her humans' adult pregnant child.  my father, understanding innately, took the hint and slept on the floor.  after that, he won Ayesha's respect, and was allowed to sleep in the bed next to his wife.

Ayesha

Ayesha was the first dog I knew and loved.  according to family 'legend', she was my self-appointed protector, and when they brought me home from the hospital, she stationed herself under my crib and let no one enter the room unless they were accompanied by my mother.  she also taught me how to walk by standing slowly while I had my tiny baby hands in her long, beautiful hair, and supporting me while I took one tentative step after another.  her long hair was considered some kind of genetic 'flaw' to the breeders my grandparents adopted her from (distant cousins), and they only let her be adopted under the condition that they would never 'show' her in any dog competitions, which they of course promised not to do.  none of their dogs were ever 'shown', and it always hurt to think that if my grandparents hadn't given her a home, she may well have been 'destroyed' for her 'flaw'.  she was an angel, and it broke my heart when she died, when I was still a kid in grade school.  it was the first death of anyone I loved that I experienced, and to this day, I clearly remember being at dinner at my grandparents' house, and suddenly realizing that I hadn't seen her, and asking, "where's Ayesha?", to be answered by that uncomfortable silence, and somehow knowing she was gone in that moment before they told me.

Dumbo Barley

we got our own puppy when I was very little - two or three - whom we named Dumbo for his big ears.  he was a mutt from somewhere in the neighborhood, but he was the Best dog!  sweet and gentle, loyal to a fault.  he was trained by my dad to protect us, and I 'pitied the fool' who tried to mess with any of us unaware (no one did).  there were two people Dumbo didn't like, and they were not invited back to our home as a result - one was a little girl in my class, who ended up getting into serious trouble as we grew up, and we insensitively joked that "Dumbo knew, even back then".  the other was a land developer that was trying to sell my parents some land to build a house on - and our well-trained dog could hardly be controlled to keep from attacking that man.  needless to say...my parents chose not to deal with him, and the house that was eventually built on that land sank into the swamp hiding beneath it.  by the time I was in high school, Dumbo - who had dutifully waited at the door for us kids to get off the school bus, jumping with joy each afternoon - couldn't get up off his rug to come see us as we came rushing in to pet him where he lay whining and wagging his tail, ears flat against his head, eyes full of love, to welcome his teenagers home.  he was our fuzzy brother, and his passing left us all with a hole in our hearts.

Sheba & Yaffa

after Ayesha, my grandparents brought home sister-puppies Sheba & Yaffa.  Yaffa died quite young (I don't remember why), but Sheba was with us for years, though she was always a bit melancholy after her sister died.  she was the last dog my grandparents had.  and even though we decided we didn't want a puppy after Dumbo died, my dad came home from shopping with my mom one weekend with big, baby eyes, saying he'd seen a puppy, and wanted us kids to come see it with him while my mom stomped angrily around the house saying she didn't want another dog.  she did eventually, she just wasn't ready for one that day, but my dad got his way, and brought home Misty.  I moved out of my parents house a few years after that, so though they had another dog - Kushi - after Misty was gone, I didn't really know him past being my buddy when I went to visit.  I found out while living alone in my first apartment how much I missed having a pet, but knew I couldn't keep a dog in a third-floor walk-up when I was out working most of the day, and partying half the night, so I started to have cats as pets, instead.  I wrote a post for the cats I have known, and I considered sharing them last week for 'C', but it seemed like a cop-out to just repost an older essay, so I figured I'd share it here as a footnote.

Misty

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C is for...

Caesarea

Herod's pool

Mediterranean Sea

flying buttresses

Crusader Fortress wall

Caesarea is a town on the Northern coast of Israel, built by Herod the Great, around 25 - 13 BCE, which became a national park in 1952.  it is a treasure trove of archaeological discovery, and boasts many gorgeous discoveries such as jewelry, statuary, architecture from various periods throughout history, an impressive amphitheater and hippodrome, among other wonders.  one of the vessels thought to be the infamous 'Holy Grail' was also found there.  I've been privileged enough to have been there more than once, most recently this past summer, when I brought my son with me.  he's not much for archaeology, and we had both had a less-than-stellar journey the day before to get there, so all we really wanted to do was go to the beach, and enjoy the Mediterranean, but the other members of our party had other plans.  so we split off from our group, and the older folks (who had also been there before) took a leisurely stroll, while the teen and I chose to jump the barriers, and make our way to the water.  very naughty, I know, but forcing my son to engage with ruins isn't the way to foster a love of history in him (and I was tired), so we did what would make for good memories, instead.  these pictures reflect almost nothing of the wonders to be discovered there, but here's a link to their website where you can find something worth looking at:  Caesarea National Park map.

I'm trying to work through the alphabet with ABC-Wednesday, but I had a 'milestone' birthday this past week, so I got busy, and forget to post!  now I have to play catch up...

B is for...

BIRTHDAY

anyone's birthday in particular?  why yes, thank you for asking, MY birthday.  my 50th birthday, to be specific.  guess what I'm doing?  NOTHING!  yaaay!  do you know why?  because I don't have any money, or people who want to celebrate with me.  well, that's not entirely true - I'm sure several of the people I consider my closest friends would want to celebrate with me, they just don't live in the same state as me.  my 'best friend', as he's come to be known, lives just an hour away, and while he agreed to come spend the weekend, there is an impending snowstorm on the way, so I think that plan is better off cancelled.  because I was feeling conflicted about a party this year (who wants to throw a party where no one comes?  a point made moot by the oncoming storm), I looked up a few articles on celebrating one's 50th - and as is my nature, I searched both "worst 50th birthday ever", and "best 50th birthday ever".  here's what I took from what I found:

THE BEST

looking back ~

in looking back over the years, the person who was most present in my life during ALL of my birthdays was my Zayde - my maternal grandfather.  I was born two days before his 49th birthday, and he considered me his gift that year.  I won't go into all the reasons why, but for 42 years of my life, his was the voice I cherished most on my birthday.  we had a very special bond, and he would have been 99 this year for what we considered our shared celebration.  he was a wonderful man, my Zayde, and everyone in our family loved him deeply for his sweet nature, kindness, sense of justice, even-temper, humor, and generosity.  he is missed.

1977 maybe?

looking ahead ~

perspective is everything, isn't it?  I honestly feel lucky to have made it this far, given some of the choices I made (over and over again) as a younger person.  I wasn't a crazy thrill-seeker or hard-core partier, but I certainly courted a certain amount of danger, and some of the activities I took part in could have taken me out any number of ways, and I am thankful to have come out of all that mostly intact, with enough brain cells left to continue to enjoy a certain quality of life.  all I really wanted, in terms of a celebration, was to spend quality time with people who care about me.  so, it'll be me and the teen...and while he's my favorite person in all the world, that looks pretty much like every other day of my life, and the lack of departure from the ordinary to mark my day as 'special' is frankly a bit of a downer.  because it's a 'milestone', I really would have appreciated a little 'more than', rather than 'less than', this time around, but I will make the best of it, like I always do.

THE WORST

this guy opened his article with "I would never be able to count all the ways in which my 50th birthday was made entirely of suck, and was the worst birthday that I (or anyone, really) has ever had."  poor dude...he only wanted what the rest of us seem to want - good friends and good food - but he got neither (didn't explain why) along with what he considered other harbingers of doom, and swore not to forgive or forget any of it.  I don't think my day is going to be that bad, but I'm not holding up any great expectation, given the fact that I know in advance there won't be a houseful of friends, or a fancy dinner, and we may well get hammered by a huge storm that could knock out our power and heat.  so, yay to pre-emptive plans for a survivalist birthday, and making sure we have our emergency supplies on hand and at the ready, just in case.

since I found both articles - and therefore the whole endeavor - slightly unsatisfying, as neither one spoke directly to my experience (I'm neither a wealthy wife, nor a childless bachelor), I read one last post that looked at both sides of the issue by interviewing several different people at different stages in their lives, approaching milestone birthdays.  it focused more on embracing the opportunity for celebration, connection, and community:

• 'ok, so everything hurts...have a party anyway!'
• assess your present/set future goals
• give gifts rather than receive them
• don't bother
• celebrate simply with immediate family  
• task others to make the world a better place through monetary gifts 
• get a 'retirement job'
• enter sporting competitions for your new age group
• enjoy a family dinner/long weekend with friends
• travel/do things now

some of the things in this list are doable for me, such as goal-setting, not bothering, and celebrating simply with my son.  other things - having a party, gift-giving (with or without the social justice component), competing (I could, if I did anything athletic, but I don't), and traveling - are all out of the realm of what I can afford right now.  I had planned on the dinner/weekend with the bestie, but again, the weather got the better of us on that one.  honestly, if I had my 'druthers', I'd spend the whole weekend in a fancy spa, getting pampered, relaxing, sipping cocktails, and eating delicious food with maybe one or two other non-relative adults who might be my lovers, after having attended some event or other, like a show or concert, and partying like rockstars until dawn.

“Continue to develop all your modes of learning so as you grow older you may choose to use them selectively. Keep in mind that each chapter in life can be a masterpiece if we evolve, no matter our circumstances.” - Virginia Levin, Lee’s Summit, Mo., 90.

ALSO...and here's the kicker...there's some CRAZY astrological stuff going down (where do you think that monster snowstorm is coming from?)!  first of all, starting on the 17th, all the planets will go direct, with 5 of them in their home star sign!  this is auspicious for taking advantage of opportunities, and taking on new endeavors.  so be hopeful, and begin an adventure!  as if this weren't enough, there will also be (on my actual birth day)...hang on...a FULL BLOOD WOLF SUPERMOON LUNAR ECLIPSE!!!  holy frijoles!  "what the deuce is that," you may be asking?  well, it's a full moon, because that's just where the moon is in it's cycle right now.  it's a 'Wolf Moon', because that's just the name of the first full moon in January.  'supermoon' refers to it's proximity to Earth, which is obviously very close, hence the term 'super'.  it's a 'blood moon' because of the eclipse - when the Earth is directly between the Sun and the moon, all the sunrises and sunsets on our planet are reflected onto the moon's surface, and make it appear to glow red.  isn't that cool?!  sure, there might be some drama, as all of our shadowy sides are revealed, but there might also be a bit of romance, and a call to deepen our connection to community (there's that context, again, pay attention!).  for me, since it's my 50th birthday, I'm going with 'signs point to yes', to quote my Magic 8-Ball.

I hope you all have an amazing week, and are ready for our collective crazy weekend.  happy birthday to me, and thanks for joining me on my journey!

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resources:

https://www.midlifechic.com/how-it-feels-to-reach-your-50th-birthday/

http://realitytruck.blogspot.com/2015/10/everything-that-was-wrong-with-my-50th.html

https://www.nextavenue.org/confronting-milestone-birthday/

https://mysticalraven.com/news/3902/rare-astrological-alignment

https://mysticalraven.com/spirituality/14294/how-the-january-20-super-blood-wolf-full-moon-lunar-eclipse-will-affect-your-zodiac-sign