That the moon is in Scorpio today and that Mercury is hovering in stillness for the next three weeks; words today are unable to articulate or to rise anywhere near a place that would turn them into sound(s).
I finished reading an analogue version of a memoir by Joy Harjo, “Crazy Brave”, which had the natural feel of poem and rhythm and a liminal quality while telling the earlier parts of her life.
“the spinal column carries personal essence; back and forth between earth & sky.”
“pay attention to the poetry of the living.”
“bones have consciousness. Within marrow is memory.”
And me: outside information dimmers; I am left only with my own inner knowing.