This Wednesday’s (tomorrow’s) SUPER FLOWER BLOOD MOON (May’s full moon + total lunar eclipse!)

My friends, the lunar event of the year is nigh, and I’m so excited for it. I’m talking about this month’s full moon. On Wednesday, May 26th, May’s full moon will rise to its peak as the flower moon (as Native Americans have named May’s full moon), a supermoon (the largest and brightest of the year’s two), and a blood moon, on account of the total lunar eclipse that will be taking place… the only one of 2021.

Whew! GET READY.

With this moon positioned closer to Earth than it’ll ever be this year, we’re in for amplified power of the already powerful full moon. With this full moon also being a blood moon because of the total lunar eclipse, we’ll experience yet deeper potency of the full moon’s effects on our lives. We’ll feel these effects whether we’re thinking about the moon or not.

The eclipse will occur at 7:14am EST here in North America, but those east of Mississippi likely won’t be able to see it. West of Mississippi and east of Texas, I believe, folks will be able to see a partial eclipse. Here in the west, we’ll be able to view the total eclipse. I’ll be getting up early-early-early, because EST eclipse time translates to 4:14am Arizona time.

This full moon is rising in Sagittarius as the sun is positioned in Gemini. I’ve been studying the planetary positions and transits and everything taking place around this full moon, and I don’t even know where to begin with it all… but now, I just want to hurry and post this in case you haven’t come across news of this event elsewhere!

In short, this is a time to ask ourselves whether we are where we want to be, and if not, why. Could it be that there’s something negative in our past, literal or karmic, that we no longer need? That’s holding us back, perhaps?

This is a time for cleansing.

This is a time for cleaning house in every sense of the term. Cleaning our physical spaces is the easy part. Cleaning house in terms of getting our shit together in our daily lives is a bit more difficult. In a broader, metaphysical sense, we face a most difficult and uncomfortable sort of housecleaning: in order to clean house, we need to go inward and engage in honest self-evaluation.

Because this is a time for letting go. And we’re lucky, because Jupiter sitting in Pisces right now emboldens and inspires us to do it. Jupiter rules Sagittarius, the sign in which this magnificent Super Flower Blood Moon is rising, as I’ve mentioned. Jupiter is happy-go-lucky (emphasis on both happy and lucky). It’s optimism and adventure. It’s forward-moving and expansive and free… and it’s carrying its multitude of possibilities along in the watery vibes of Pisces. It wants us to go with the flow. It does not want us to be held back.

Letting go is painful, but now is a good time to do it. The cosmic circumstances of (and surrounding) this full moon are creating an anesthesia for us so we can unburden ourselves and move forward and thrive in the joyful, optimistic energy of Sagittarius. This is a transformative time!

If you’re held underwater by an anchor roped around your boot, you’d pull your foot out of the boot so you can rise to the surface, right? You’d leave it behind so you can live. You don’t need it, anyway.

Blessings to you under the Super Flower Blood Moon of 2021!

Tamales, and other stories.

Good morning! My head is deep in a work project, but I’m emerging to present three vignettes of the last week (varying in degrees of quirkiness):

 

1). T-Shirt

I colored my hair on Friday, and it occurred to me that every time I do, I reach for the same t-shirt… not only that, but the only time I ever wear that shirt is when I color my hair. In light of the momentous realization that I have a designated hair-coloring shirt, I thought I’d honor it by doing a hair imitation of The Dude, who is pictured on the shirt.

 

I forgot to put on sunglasses, though.

I forgot to put on sunglasses, though.

 

I went with Dark Auburn this time, by the way, returning to my natural reddish shade (courtesy of my redheaded biological father).

 

2). Auto Service

We turn onto University from Roosevelt several times a week, at least, so I don’t know how it is that I never noticed the establishment RONNIE’S AUTO SERVICE until a few days ago.

You know this had to happen:

 

This was too easy, but we couldn't resist.

This was too easy, but we couldn’t resist.

 

I know, I know. But “Ronnie” by itself just isn’t right, especially if we’re talking about a service establishment. The Wrah-Wrah is a very helpful little guy. RONNIE JAMES’ AUTO SERVICE.

 

thatasianlookingchick.com-RonnieJamesAutoService

 

(This picture was taken in France. I knew I’d find a use for it one day!)

 

3). Tamales

On Saturday night, I went out to enjoy the company of some friends at a country-western gay bar known as a popular dance venue, attended by gay and straight alike. As usual when I go out at night, I enjoyed the people-watching aspect the most. The late-night crowd looked to be typical as a whole, but one person stood out: An elderly Hispanic woman slowly making her way through the room holding a sign that read “TAMALES.”

 

Fresh homemade tamales... mmm.

Fresh homemade tamales… mmm.

 

She looked like a sweet old Grandma, totally out of place.

Sometime after midnight, we left and went to another LGBQT-friendly bar. This one was more upscale and situated in the Melrose District, and it was also a dance club spilling over with an energetic dance crowd. To my surprise, the same woman was there, weaving silently through the sea of people with her TAMALES sign.

It had been a long time since I’d been down to 7th Avenue in the wee hours of a Sunday morning.

“I’ve never seen anyone selling tamales in a club before. Is this now A Thing?” I asked, using the parlance of our times, as The Dude would say.

My friends hadn’t seen tamale vendors in clubs before, either. We jokingly speculated that TAMALES was a new gay bar code word of some kind, but now that I think about it, there’s nothing funny about it.

It amounted to a sad social commentary. The old woman is probably very poor, so she goes where lots of people gather (neither bar had a cover charge – admission was free), including gay bars in the middle of the night. It was nearly 2:00AM the last time I saw her. People tend to get hungry after dancing for hours, and I can see how homemade tamales would be a tempting prospect… especially if you don’t have to go anywhere to get them. It’s actually kind of a genius idea.

Now I wish I’d bought some tamales to bring home to Callaghan, who would have enjoyed them. Making tamales is a time-consuming undertaking that’s not something I’d do more often than once in a blue moon. Even at Christmas, I’d order my tamales from Los Sombreros or Manuel’s.

Speaking of moons, the Blood Moon of the lunar eclipse last night was splendiferous.