SKY SHOW/EARTH SHOW June 2026. Welcome HOME!

June 3, 2026

 

SKY SHOW

Lots goin’ on above us. Especially, as dark falls, take note of Venus conjunct Jupiter at 24° both in home-loving CANCER until June 13, when Venus moves past. Plus Mercury which moved into CANCER from Gemini yesterday, is approaching both, and continues to approach Jupiter as Venus starts to leave. Mercury then turns, to go Rx, on June 29, at 25° CANCER, still four degrees away from Jupiter, which will have moved on to 29° CANCER. On and on. And there’s more, more, in this Cancerian string of night-sky lights above. Including Regulus! And of course, the Moon, and the Summer Solstice itself. Here we go.

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EARTH SHOW

Springtime here in Bloomington Indiana has been utterly glorious. Very hard to ignore, Just go outside!

(And forget your phone!)

Just drink it all in, with all your senses! Notice the twittering squirrels, the chirping, or soaring birds!

Take off your shoes.

Place both hands for at least ten seconds on a large, rooted tree. I guarantee you will SWOON to feel the currents of aliveness coursing through your body/mind/spirit, in tune with all, above, below, and into the surround as Tree anchors you into the living Earth while reaching for the infinite Sky and helping to hold and nourish all nearby trees and plants and squirrels and birds and insects in its welcoming, stabilizing, micellial roots and branches.

Leaves wave to me in the breeze . . . hello! hello!

So very grateful to be ALIVE, and conscious, and still in my physical prime at 83, on this magical, glorious day. Thank you Tree, thank you.

Yes, Sky and Earth both say, today, WELCOME HOME!

REFLECTIONS ON “GOSSIP”: both silly and serious

June 2, 2026

Damn. This meme has been sitting on my desktop for so long that I have to either get rid of it or use it.

Good one, eh?

I remember, back in the late ’60s and early ’70s, sitting around a table with my newly “feminist” friends, probably smoking weed. Perhaps others would have labeled our intense revelatory discussions as “gossip,” but we knew that what we were doing was putting teeth and roots into gossip — “talk about others in their absence” — not to criticize, but to empathize; to recognize what we had in common; to feel ourselves into whatever they were going through, sensing their inner turmoil as also ours.

Yes. Over just a few years, we had opened up to the squirming, pulsing reality hidden behind the “roles” we had been playing: good girl, good wife, good mother, and so on.

In other words, we had rescued “gossip” from what it had gradually, over the centuries, transmogrified into, nasty talk about others, to signify its original meaning and purpose: authentic intimacy between familiars.

Here’s Gemini’s AI on the etymology of the word.

 

 

I’m curious how young women speak of others among themselves now. It seems to me that over the last half century our culture has devolved, simultaneously, into both hive mind tyranny of the One, and toxic narcissism of the Many.

Yuck.

These, thanks, in large measure, to both screens and the internet, where anything and everything can spread, like lightning, and with no accountability, no concern for authenticity. “Fake it ’til you make it.” Or don’t even bother making it, when faking it will do.

So yes, say whatever you wish about me. Why not? I’m still here, underneath all your projections . . . Especially at the “ripe old” age of 83; I’ve heard it all, I’ve seen it all, and likely, I’ve been through it all, too.