“Writing is making sense of life” (Nadine Gordimer).
Last night I thought of this post from so so long ago, and thought, yes, time passes but something remains. Long time Nine Cent Girl readers, I hope you will indulge me with a reread. Those of you new to my blog, here is a glimpse into how it all started. We all have our stories. As always, I’d love to hear more of yours.
In these last weeks dominated by the Wood Snake I want so badly to shed the old useless notions but am overwhelmed by what I can’t control which is seemingly controlling me. It is exhausting fighting and doing nothing at the same time. So today, instead of writing about my rage and impotence to enact change, I will repost from years ago, when I considered the power of the creative spark, the one that drives our hearts and souls and minds straight into our most powerful emotion: love. Just as important now, don’t you agree. Before we venture on the Fire Horse of 2026 and realize your next bold adventure into being, let’s prepare. Be mindful. Get some rest. Dream boldly. That enormous imaginative space is just waiting for us to enter, together, to build back our beautiful collective vision with all the collective love we can muster.
Stop right here. Did you read my blog post from last week? If not, please go here, and once you’re done reading then return, for this is part 2 of Chapter 1. Perhaps part 3 will get posted next week, if I hear from enough of you that you wish to read more!
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