A memory of blooming

I can still hear the water and air rush on my face as we zoom through the canal. Perhaps, this is where my undoing and becoming existed.

I divulge my Venus in cancer —there is something about water that is a must for me. It is soothing, calming and also needed in most places that I have most enjoyed traveling.

I have discussions on my travels to Zanzibar if interested.

I digress — a night of eyes wide open — shoutout to Creed.

The boat motor, the starry skies, the time warped buildings follow me. Just as the nightlife and museum did. Simply looking out the window and seeing people on bikes moving faster than cars most times, folks —so many of them outside, in the sun, walking to and fro. Frolicking—in a way so normal it may be overlooked.

it feels like a distant dream now, like the last savoring of a delicious pastry you cannot forget.

holding onto the magnets, the trinkets of reminders —despite my heart’s complete transformation.

I have had many discussions —and it seems we realize especially as children of the diaspora. Where we have been living has not been home to us in many ways. to me.

What is home when it has no physical bearing and barrier? How do I continue to make myself a home that can be elsewhere and always in a place of beauty & comfort?

Perhaps Amsterdam is the catalyst especially as I have been looking into Astrocartography — a study and tool of your chart becoming lines around the world. That signify some of the places that may be more promising or less so. I have used astro.com and astro-seek for the calculators. It doesn't always makes sense but I did find out that my Chiron line is highlighted in Amsterdam.

The line of healing while the wounded healer was conjuct something I forget the transit now. Imagine what will be unearthed when I liberate the apathy and disconnect that has been spreading subconsciously.

I am going to be in my 12 House protection year and it very much feels like: where will I find meaning while the sun hits my face and the wind blows in my hair?

What will support this version of living — that isn’t an ongoing melancholia (drama on wiki?) where nothing brings joy and fulfillment. I may have more questions than answers.

But perhaps this is what my bestie said : per a tweet probably —- there are some years that ask questions, and other years that have answers. Until then I hear the wind, and parting water, drink dipped laughter, triggers, and revelations alongside the bicycle bells.