some moody music i’ve been bumping all july, featuring bubblegum-flavored nostalgia, music for moping in the shower and bopping around during a homey happy hour. (am i the only one who calls a glass of wine or two on the porch happy hour? )
featuring the king and kween of cancer season: lana del rey and frank ocean. no summer would be complete with their special brand of warm weather drama.
this year, i am reveling in cancer season. this is new for me — stubborn earth sun sign, impatient fire moon sign. maybe it’s my cancer partner (and he is oh so very cancer), but during this cycle, are falling into place through water, through outpourings of emotion, through indulging in nostalgia, through holing up in sacred home spaces.
i write this from the seashore, and it’s amazing how *new* i feel in the space of a few days. i ground in the sand while watching the little ones in the waves, the sound of the surf in my ears. the sun makes me feel alive, tired, radiant. my life in fluorescent offices and in the shades of high rises makes me forget that I feel most myself with a bronzed glow on my cheeks.
(come back from the shore, take a shower, paint on coral lips and a little black dress for a night out. a live band, a glass or three of white wine and the shrimp and scallop pasta dish.)
am i fulfilled, am i content, am i free of fear and self-doubt and anxiety? no, no, hell no. but i’m feeling a little more present, and that feels like a gift right now. (a present? ha.)
// bike to the boardwalk at nightfall // vaporwave and vape pens in the bathtub // sad sunsets // holographic body paint // nostalgia for summers gone by //