Moon Phase: Full Moon 🌕
Moon in: Aquarius ♒︎ – the wild oracle who won’t follow your food pyramid

The pool was closed today.
No womb of water. No weightless sacrament of breaststroke prayers.
Just Walmart.

Yes, friends—on the second day of this sacred return, I was cast out of chlorinated Eden and into the fluorescent aisles of modern-day purgatory. I needed batteries for my scale (because apparently my healing journey is powered by AA) and a few ketobiotic-friendly items to prep for the week, so I journeyed on.

Walmart is… a portal. Not the good kind.
But I survived. Barely.

Once home, I smudged the scent of despair off me, refocused with a short prayer, and saw to Theo’s needs. He glared at me like a furry elder who disapproves of my aura. Fair.

I planned to stay fasted until noon, so I turned my attention to another form of nourishment—a book on Star Knowledge. My first big bite was of the Seven Directions.

We often talk about North, South, East, and West—but today, I resonated with the seventh direction: the Center.

“Thus, the One becomes two—sacred above and sacred below—while remaining One; and the One becomes four while remaining One. This makes six. And finally, there is the center point which represents the fire in the tipi, the Black Hills, understood as ‘the heart of everything that is,’ and the heart of a person praying with the Sacred Pipe. The heart, Čhaŋté, is the seventh place.”
—Page 48

That seventh place—that Center, that Heart—isn’t a destination. It’s a remembering. A returning to our own still point, where spirit and flesh meet without fighting. Where intention lives. Where I live, when I’m not dissociating in a virtual reality.

And then—I walked to Starbucks.
Because balance.

A bacon gruyère egg bite moment and a brown sugar oatmilk shaken espresso later, I felt satisfied… and then I logged it.

Let’s just say: this combo is on the “wait until Hormone Feasting Week” list.
We’ll talk more about that carb-happy chapter of the cycle soon.

For now, I’m full—not just in belly, but in meaning.
Day Two reminded me: even when I’m wandering aisles or wrestling cravings, I can still walk with intention. I can still walk from the heart.

Until tomorrow:
Be sacred.
Be strange.
Goodnight, Moon. 🌕