Happy Full Moon in Scorpio folks! Also, Happy Earth Day! and of course happy happy Friday! This week, I asked the Garbageface to contribute 3 words for me to divine in Goreblot paintomancy fashion.
Here is the Garbage fortunes for this week, featuring GARBAGEFACE!
The choices art: 1. Scarab 2. Candle 3. Yarn
Choose what your guts are telling you, and read further to see what your fortune has to say.
Skipping pages in a book is like skipping over tiny moments of experience. You may glaze over the important nuances. You’re trying to push and plan for perfection, make something full proof with no mistakes. Avoidant of circumstances which might have you unexpectedly on your toes. All this preparation to save yourself from a feeling you might get, a judgment you think you might receive. But how much are you actually doing? How much time are you carving just frantically planning and thinking? We always tend to run away from feelings, even and especially the ones we imagine. It’s the uncertainty. We’re often the most agitated when we’re waiting forcing ourselves forward, we can’t sit still because of nervous anticipation. How hard it is to sit with that feeling, to find a way to ground ourselves when our minds can’t focus, when we’re racing and grappling for those few steps to make it less flighty and more real. The unknown, really. That’s what we flee from. We try to know it, we think we may know it having our abilities to project ourselves into the future and we project into our futures by reflecting on our pasts, our collected, nostalgic experiences educating us. Why is it so hard to experience the moment as we’re wont to tell ourselves to do these days? this very moment? because it takes a lot of concentration? no. It’s the antithesis of holding onto every thought. It’s recognizing what is in front of you right now. It’s knowing that those unknowns you are waiting for can actually wait for you and you can let them go until you see them and then before you know it, they’re no longer unknown.
Song prescription~ LIKE A BOTTOMLESS PIT (OF COFFEE)(SO PITTED) by GARBAGEFACE
Prescribe a passion to your life and don’t be afraid to love it hard. With this passion, you will have fights, you will cuddle, you will break-up and then get back together. Passion doesn’t necessarily go away, it just steers in so many courses. Of course you can have many multiple passions and they may have varying intensities and involvements with you. Passion has such a strong presence in life, a fruit was even named after it. Passion, can it be lost? Sure. There are moments of it fizzling out. Burn out happens often, expect that, know that. And those times of wondering what’s next or what’s the point, those are the times of self reflection. When the flame fizzles out and darkness envelopes you, notice the quiet, re-establish your surroundings, your body and your tendencies. There is nothing wrong with contemplation in a quiet dark place. Reconnect with your body particles, your flesh. Passion can take a break. It can be quiet or not there, it can change. it can morph and it will light up differently every time you return to it with a new face, a changed face. When you relax the skin of your face in some corpse pose, looking at the back of your eyelids, what do you see? poke the middle of your forehead, what do you feel? No one can take passion away from you. We often confuse passion with competitiveness. We want to compete our passion to someone else’s. Know that your passion is yours. No one else’s. It’ll strive differently, have a different cadence, it’ll be a different colour or shape. Know that to preserve your passion, you must tend to the flame and if it’s to be blown out take care to mind the wick, preserve it in wax, commit to this and it will last longer. Commitment is what sees your passion through, in darker passionless times, tend to what feeds it, what nourishes it even when it’s hard to lift a finger. A book you read, an art exhibit you attended, a concert you went to. Go to something, look, consume, ignite again when you’re ready.
Song perscription: STEP ONE (BARRAGE OF CERTAINTY) by GARBAGEFACE
Play entanglement. Personal weave. Intimate gesture. Intricate design. You can sit all night working on your project, your craft, spinning those fibres, creating tangles on purpose to make yourself a puzzle to bury yourself into. Like the Rubix cube, your squares have to be a bit mismatched until you get it all lined up. It’s that reaching for fabrication, building those connections, looking for that sweet spot to produce the myelin, a network of brain tubes wrapping and growing to create something learned. That sweet spot to take your craft further. At first the feeling is resistance, procrastination to focus. Please push the anxieties that cling to sir procrastination aside, they’re dead weight. There’s something quite beautiful about fibrous threads, they can knit together in so many ways – weaving, felting, crocheting, sewing stitches all different patterns but similar structures in that they crossover. The threads hold each other together, bound by knots, laying over each other, tightening in a ball, tightening. Your creative endeavours are calling for cross reference, for a different approach. It’s calling for a bit of a mess to happen so a new entanglement can be found, a new network of knots and stitches, knitted fibres becoming one mass of something shapely, if anything. And then things will line up like the matched up sides of that tricky algorithm of the Rubix cube. Simply put, things will need to look fucked up, be fucked up, and this will happen right before things start to lace together. The more fuckery, the more fiddling, the more attention to finding the right place. Allow yourself to submerge in this beautiful process of struggle. Struggle really is your friend.
Song perscription: REAL LIFE IN SUBMERSION by GARBAGEFACE
Have a good one! Make sure to get some moonshine while you can, it probably has some source of vitamin in it. And until next time….
Love and guts,