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Rebecca Ross, Divine Rivals

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Entire 2022/2023 summed up in these 5 lines.

June 11, 1930 Journals of Anais Nin 1927-1931  [volume 4]

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Woke up this morning with sore muscles almost everywhere in the body. Thanks to the intense yoga workout I did yesterday. But this is the good kind of soreness. Like the one I would feel after dance class, when I went back to it after months or years. This kind of pain seems almost like pleasure. Maybe the body likes it, it feels like a purge. 

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ff_lEg7R-bY&ab_channel=MiniStudio A song I’ve danced and pranced around to at 11 pm, on several occasions in March-April.

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Sea Oleena ~ Weaving a Basket (Full Album Video) I’m listening to this on a mid-week afternoon. And this album feels like a perfect background score - relaxing enough, grabs my attention but not too much and lets me drift into different kinds of reading and writing that’s happening simultaneously on different tabs. I’m gonna keep this music for mundane afternoon hearing, when you need just a bit of sound, to lull the mental chatter. And make you feel lighter about life (because afternoons are the hardest to live through and the nights the most serene)

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Why do I keep reappearing on Tumblr? I mean there's really no point to it.

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Momo, my sweet boy, my familiar, my first feline companion is back! Returned after 2 fucking years. And on the evening when I came back to Bombay from a trip. It's been a whole week since his return. I'm still grappling with it. I'm also confused as to what I'm supposed to feel. Sure, I feel momentary joy when he greets me, and it's calming when he sits on my lap and purrs quietly.

But I spent so much time in grieving and longing in 2019, that a part of me has grown detached. And my mind is barking away at me, telling me not to get used to his presence, not to look forward to meeting him. And it's here to protect me; because at the end of the day, this is the nature of our relationship- we are both free spirits, we were never bound to each other in any way. And him being a cat, and notorious for abandoning whenever the fuck they want - it's only best to not engage fully with him now.

But I don't know. I don't know why he's back now. I don't know how I'm supposed to be. It's still too painful to think of any prospects. So I shall keep my engagement with him on a cordial level for now and see how it pans out.

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Oscillating between shedding and blooming. https://www.instagram.com/p/CG71KFzjVCY/?igshid=19aldv29r5abr

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Almost always finding myself in profound in-between-ness. I’m neither here nor there. Reminiscing of the mountains and trying to set a footing back in the city. It feels like I’m in a wide never-ending transition, with smaller transitions to deal with from time to time. 

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Kora on mist-laced paths today evening.

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I asked tarot to interpret this image, just to see what comes up. And the card that came up is (yet again) spot on and opens up so much more for further study. Both the 7 of cups and the photo have clouds and a small portion of blue sky in it. I was sitting beneath this gorgeous expanse (almost a part of it and yet not), and taking the photo. The clouds were clearing slowly. A metaphor obviously. There were many elements and things that I was noticing while gazing at that one gorgeous sight. There were multiple sights to take in and place my focus upon within this large expanse.

But my eyes were not open to what the visual was really offering me. Because I was on call with TJ while looking at this view of the valley. My attention was split between the sight of mountains and what I was conversing with, with TJ. During the time I spent at this particular spot, which I don't resort to usually, we were talking about films. Again, something related to visuals, to seeing, witnessing and interpreting. A film was unfolding in front of my eyes too, with the most travelling downhill and the clouds clearing up and the sky turning into a shade of enticing blue.

I remember how relaxed I felt thought, while I was sitting there. Just like the cat in the card, who's napping on the grass. Even though there were flies around, they didn't seem to bother me too much. The space and the energy of the spot was comforting and lovely. One could call it an escape even. Which is essentially the energy of 7 of cups - conducive to daydreaming.

I am fascinated by the similarities between the card and the photo. Tarot can connect to so many different aspects of life and creative pursuit. The possibilities seem endless and enticing.

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"When we open to the terrifying truth that we can't control life (6 of swords),

We open to life's incredible, for fragile beauty." (6 of cups)

Continuing my new practice of pulling cards for quotes and poems. This pull is spot on and so revelatory of deeper meanings of these two cards. The possibilities and interpretations with this practice are endless and have got me so excited! :D

I'm reconnecting with tarot after a 2 month hiatus and this different way of connecting to the symbolism of the cards is so much powerful than my usual questions and prompts.

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"Let everything happen to you, beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final" - Rilke

(pulling cards for quotes and verses, to see how tarot interprets it.)

(2 of cups has been consistently coming for the last month or so. It's as if I'm in the phase of this card)

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Monsoon bloom https://www.instagram.com/p/CDd8VJ9j1fF/?igshid=1g1lbcit3kodk

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“Close the door. Remove the dust. Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.”

— Paulo Coelho