One of the little quirk things that we do at the cafe I’m working is having Cavolo Nero in bottles on the tables (rather than flowers or more common types of plants for decoration).
We used to change them quite often when I realised that maybe putting a little water in the bottles could perhaps make the kale last for longer and save us the trouble and wastage.
It turns out that they are growing roots now!
My feelings towards my job are getting better again. We’ve got someone else working with us that I really appreciate. In synastry his Sun is conjunct my Moon and his Mars conjunct my Venus.
Contrary to what you might be imagining (the ones that know a bit about astrology) I don’t feel sexually attracted to him. But we do work well together and I truly enjoy his energy.
I also got a place to volunteer once a week at a wellbeing centre.
I feel like I’m starting to move forward with my outer life again.
This mercury retrograde in Capricorn has been an interesting time for me to draw a plan for doing more of the things that I’d rather be doing.
Then in only couple of months my progressed Moon will change to Capricorn and I already can feel a slight shifting in my energy.
More grounding and planing in my life is welcome. Earth is my element.
I also feel more serious.
But obviously, the ongoing transit from Pluto to my Moon has a strong part in these feelings of seriousness.
Dieing isn’t like a walk in the park.
Yesterday I was rereading couple of my old journals, from 2015/2016, and I saw how intense these last two years have been. How much ego death has brought difficult emotions for me to deal with.
A lot of stuff from my mother as well. I really feel like I’ve been dealing with my “family curse”.
The process was gradual. As soon as I opened the can of warms there was an increase of trapped dark emotions with more truth after feeling those difficult emotions, then more emotional junk followed by more raw insightfulness .. and so on and so forth..
I’ve been digging so deep that I can’t transcribe here all of my realisations, I would have to write for days and days.
Perhaps I just can’t do it because I’m still in it.
Just like those ongoing kales at work.. but with a bit of fresh water to help me growing new roots instead of just dieing over and over again…