Originally posted January 4, 2021
It’s the first Monday of the year 2021. The Moon is waning gibbous in Virgo. I already lost my no sugar goal by consuming three fried Oreos from Tony’s after confronting a thought I had earlier this morning that I was going to die within the next two years. I am only mildly concerned about this download because so far, my predictions about certain things have been accurate. This might be testimony to my manifestation powers and not really an indicator of truth. This might be the Universe’s way of telling me to hurry up and finish the projects, create the blueprints, make the music, cook the food, visit Israel as your birthright, work on a farm, learn how to do a handstand and find a way to end plastic production forever; if not I will come back as a centipede that will get mauled in half by a bird. As my body sits separated from itself the working brain part of my body will replay all the times I did not act on my instincts to interview workers at local plastic companies asking them what we need to be doing to end the production of plastic. It’s been raining all day today. I googled “how to end plastic production forever” and this is what I found https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rabo7nRERUc https://www.greenpeace.org/usa/myths-about-ending-plastic-pollution/ Break Free from Plastic Movement https://www.breakfreefromplastic.org/takeaction/#connect-with-us NUDE SHOPPING Finding a solution to ending plastic production forever requires a breakdown of certain systems that we’re all in one way or another, integrated with/into. Tonight I emailed all the name cards I’ve kept since 2010. There were a lot of “error” responses as most of the people who I reached out to no longer work at the places that once held their names attached to an “@” symbol. I emailed them because
- I am still purging old things from the last 10 years and need desperately to throw more things away; name cards have been on the top of my “to do” list.
- I only have two students enrolled in liberatory learners and need to direct more traffic to the website with hopes that 1 out of those 80 contacts signs up for a class and the ball of business gets rolling around the figurative hill of hope. After that I followed a bunch of Precious Plastics Instagram accounts and emailed the three New York City organizations who have drop off units already set up. The gyre and micah’s despondence with my fickle nature erodes something inside me. Learning about essential oils to balance the chakras. I’m pretty tired from today. Have more to reflect upon the week but I do this thing where I exhaust myself with existential thoughts about death. Here’s a little slice of joy for the week ahead