Saturn returns with moons inside

I went to California and Idaho and loved it but felt sick and a bit off the entire time, unable to tap in. It was sunny almost always, cool, flowers everywhere. Idaho ended with snow tossing about sun, literal sparkling/glistening, until we drove away. The cloud stayed deep, then parted for the plane to come and take us home. Four flights, three time zones and sixteen hours later: I landed over cherry blossoms just finally willing to sleep, caught the red-eye sunrise.

I danced with vines of moist and tiny oak off the beaten path of Salmon Creek Trail, scaled tree roots in Big Sur. A love-rash essentially attacked my left side—neck to ankles. Small patches, but many. One oozing red thing on my forearm that made a good mother gasp. Poisonous plant, feverish, asked me seriously to sleep it off. Tea tree salve it with love, not fear. Sleep. Dream: about comfortable things instead of uncomfortable things. Finally home. Getting back to SHARP. Ready to tell a story.

I kept pulling the Lovers card in California with Amy. She is my older and only sister. She can be fickle and stuck-up, delightful, goofy, healing, a very best friend. I am pretty certain we extracted exact opposite matter and lineage while hanging in the womb. She thinks I’m dramatically selfish. I think she’s cunningly selfish. Every time I take a deep breath I start crying. She wades past that gully entirely, entirely—until now, ever? We go on to just love, to try to gather a state of grace, not always bottling up, letting go. We’re out to find our Lovers this year. Seems noble, even beautiful.

Pulled the Moon and Stars. If the universe is full of moons let me be full of moon too.