Pivot

 

art by David Palladino

     77   ~Pivot~

The illusion is that change takes time.

The truth is that change happens the moment you decide.

You don't need more time.

You need a shift in being.

You see, there are infinite versions of you.

Each living a life shaped by a different choice.

The question is: Which one will you tune into?

One decision,

One gentle pivot,

And the entire path

Unfolds differently.

Don't underestimate how powerful one moment of clarity can be.

The universe responds the second you align.

So if you're wondering what to do,

Just Listen.

The version of you who already chose is calling you home.

- Alan Watts

 

Today was the second day of early voting in Georgia and I was there for it. To every candidate, anywhere, please don't ask me for another dime. You made your case. I voted. Then there was a birthday lunch.

 Coca-Cola hecho en Mexico

 

Sun in Libra

Moon in Cancer

The internet would have you believe that third-decan Libras are sleeping cobras. Why would I argue?

Also, there was a perfect pairing with a third-decan Gemini. 

my october

 

There has been exquisite weather, wonderful company, and birthday cannoli. 

Tomorrow, it's back to school for Charlie and I'll be heading home with Dungeon Crawler Carl on audio. We shall see if Carl is my cup of tea. 

The first order of business will be voting my Ossoff (thank you, AB). 

Then a little more prep work for the Libran dyefest.

 There will be astounding, full-bore color.

Nibbler & The Night Ranger 

 

Back at it...

 

Per that old sailor's adage, the following day was a delight. The day that I imagined would yield the last dyefest of the summer turned into something other, for the sun and warmth I busied myself with too many tasks. Still they were things that needed doing, like vehicle tag renewals and taking on both flu and covid shots. Ow! 

Working threads into different shapes kept fingers busy.

After some lengthy give and take with some IT people, I'm no longer concerned with who or what scrapes content from my blog. Fuck 'em. We have bigger fish to fry in Georgia. 

I'm sure somewhere on the web, you've read the post about how an untimely delay saved someone who was on a mission - keys misplaced, a long train at a crossing, a coffee shop opening late - all things conspiring to keep someone from disaster. Change to course of their lives. 

I'll never know what I missed by the fifteen minutes that Bailey refused to get off the roof of my car while I was heading out to meet a friend for lunch. He enjoys lounging on the car on a sunny day, but the clouds ahead of the hurricane hatching out of the gulf cover us thickly now and will for days. This was my view through the sunroof . Even as I started the car, he refused to budge.

I moved from one side of the car to the other, intending to lift him down and chase him into the wet grass. He wasn't having it. Mocked me through the glass and showed me his claws. 

It was a full fifteen minutes before he decided that his mission was accomplished. I will never know what fate had in store for me because Bailey was on the job.