March 2025: New Moon Solar Eclipse in Aries

The energy is heavy.

I feel it deep in my bones—tense, irritable, electric.

Nothing soothes it, so I surrender to the wave,

letting it carry me where it must.

I try to move slowly,

but the space never stays empty for long.

Kids.

Cleaning.

Drawing.

Social plans.

Dancing.

My body says: No more.

So I slam on the brakes.

The tarot whispers: Reevaluate.

Rest. Rest. Rest.

After a year of resisting, I finally understand—

the call for rest will not be silenced.

And so, I comply.

Hands in the air, a silky white flag waving,

I surrender.

I accept.

I obey.

As best I can.

I bend.

I drop to my knees.

I start over.

I reconnect—

with my higher self,

with the wisdom of my womb.

I sleep.

I rest.

I dream.

The dreams are vivid, alive—

but when I wake,

the fog swallows them whole.

I forget,

and forget,

and forget.

But I forge on, y’all.

I’m learning to listen to my sweet, tired body,

getting it wrong over and over,

reevaluating,

trying harder.

Resting is hard.

Healing is hard.

I ask for help—

and I receive.

The tarot promises: You’re close.

Don’t give up.

Keep healing.

Keep trying.

Keep loving.

Keep laughing.

Keep dancing.

Keep sleeping.

Keep resting.

Keep going.

Couch-rotting and chi gong.

Yoga and HIIT (twice so far, baby!).

New doctors, new beginnings.

Meditation.

Still trying.

Keeping it kinda slow.

✌🏻 Peace out, fellow humans