Made it through the week

plus a ritual for the weekend

I woke up two days ago to find my tongue covered in strange, painful growths. Yesterday, I lost my sense of taste. Today, I can’t really talk without the feeling of every consonant setting off mini explosions along the roof of my mouth, the inside of my cheeks, my tongue itself. In a certain way, it’s kind of hilarious that a random illness has forced me into silence right now: this month began several initiatives for me at work that involve speaking more than writing. There are plans to publish more audio and video recordings on the newsletter, a zoom class at the intersection of literature and astrology in the works, an increasing client load, and last but hardly least, a general intention to develop my public speaking skills as both practical effort and a longstanding desire to understand the throat chakra block that hobbled my ability to be the teacher my university students needed.¹