Blogmas 2020 Day Twenty Two: Rudolph

 There will always be parts of you that are inexplicable, even for you. Though, it seems to matter more to us, than to other people. Try, and think of the moon's reflection in the sea. Rippled, broken, even when it's the moon itself compelling the tides; but somehow, gazing at it, no one doubts that it is, de facto, the moon. That's all of us, the moon in water. For everyone else, we're simply the moon; whole, still round, still white - even when we keep disrupting, and getting unsettled by our own reflections. It's easy for us to oscillate between treasuring ourselves, or not. But, there is a difference between intelligence, and wisdom, and we need to use only one of them when it comes to how we deal with the daily encounters with ourselves. I know I've said this before, but we're kinder to people, than ourselves. And, that's a huge mistake because when I think back on the times I scalped myself over something unapt, it hurts now to know how hard I was on myself, even though I didn't know any better.

Empathy isn't to be reserved solely for others. And, we aren't truly being kind to the world, either, if we don't know how to meaningfully, and primarily direct towards us. 

For all the ways astrology twines the planets, and stars with your life, you're not just a part of it; you make for a puzzle piece the universe. For all the planets, and stars that affect you, you're holding them all in your hand. Stop being neutral with your life.

More tomorrow. Until then.

Artist: Tomasz Wysocki

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,
A.