I have a reoccurring hand rash, I think due to an allergy in some sort of essential oil or herb that is frequently in the holistic oils and balms I buy (Rosemary? Sage? Palo Santo wood?) I think it’s triggered by sun, or humidity, or both. But I’ll look down randomly and my hand is a constellation of tiny welts, painless and fascinating. It’s made me think about how I am when I enter a space. What I carry with me: Here I am, in Italy, with a hand rash. Here I am, trying to get a new client, with a hand rash. Here I am, on the speaker phone in my car, eating an apple with the windows down, with a hand rash. It’s a trivial reminder but still a reminder: at any moment I am actually more complex than I allow myself to fully realize. It’s easy to be the projection of yourself you articulate aloud. It’s …something else to feel, to appreciate, or just notice. Put a pin in that.
This month there are two Moon Lists instead of the usual three. Sometimes it’s just a lighter month! Here we go —