Day Four: Buses, Ball Games & Bacon-Wrapped Bravery

Moon Phase: 🌖 Disseminating
Moon in: Pisces ♓︎ — softening my edges, pulling me into flow, inviting me to trust the unseen

I smudged, prayed, tended to Theo—my usual sacred openers—and then followed a tug in my gut: the river. Half a mile downhill, I stopped at the bus station on the way to grab a monthly pass. A small fee, a big shift. Rhythm is calling me to do brave things. Brave like being a steward of this planet even when it’s inconvenient. I’ll be riding across town to a gym that has a class I love, a sauna that melts my bones, and a hydro massage table that presses my soul back in.

At the river, I sat on a bench and let the sounds of summer hold me for a while. The sun showed up early and strong, so before it got too hot, I climbed the hill home and ate the world’s most satisfying bacon chicken Caesar salad before throwing myself into the business of getting my space in order.

I worked until it was time to eat again (jalapeno and cheddar smoked sausage and sauerkraut—10/10, would recommend), and then decided it was time for a little leisure. I gamed with my virtual crew until the clock told me it was time to be two things at once: a mother in the stands and a woman chasing ketosis.

Dinner plans (bacon and eggs) got outvoted by time, instead I grabbed a couple softshell tacos on the way to my son’s softball game. It was Tuesday after all, and Tuesdays are made for tacos. I parked far on purpose—extra far, extra steps, extra sacred. Storms were flirting with the horizon, but I made it to the field. Watching him play—pure joy. This boy breathes ball. Always has.

Then an eagle flew overhead. Not metaphorically—literally. A white-headed messenger slicing through the sky like a divine exclamation point. I got the message: It’s time.
Time to leave, time to walk, time to trust the timing of the Divine.

As I reached the car, the air dropped, the wind twisted, and the sky gave me a parting gift—a cool sprinkle on my warm skin and then, just as I shut the door, a downpour.
Perfect timing.
Perfect day.

GoodNight Moon 🌖


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