Dissed by the Universe

According to my calculations, an average of 20 people take their shirts off at shows in Salem, one asshole will stand right behind me and talk through quiet time, 50% of love is returned, and an average of 4 people read this blog on a regular basis. So to you devoted 4, this one blog post will be more personal than I am comfortable with, but it's honest and this is its raison d'être.

Pluto is kicking my ass. Its destructive force moved into my life in the beginning of November. When you dream you are in danger and can't run, your legs are weighted, your mouth is open but no cry comes out, that is Pluto. But I am not dreaming, I'm just hurting and when I open my mouth the cry does emerge. I am not home, I am not with my friends, I am not with my family, I am not in my city and I am not in Love. And there we have the whole point of Pluto. To face defeat and continue on, emerging from the ashes a new and lovelier bird. There is a Sufi saying, "Die many times before you die." I'm being burned alive and it will happen again and that is life. Pluto is with us all. Now is the time for letting go. I will be angry and I will be sad and I will be defeated but I will never take my shirt off just cus everyone else does, I will never be the loud asshole, and I will always love with 100% of my heart.

PHOTO BY JESS REED