Update: can we be still - georgia harmer only song I heard today - no driving, I had to focus, but I said I would listen so. I am letting yes algorithms write themselves on whiteboards in my mind.
I had gotten very skilled at throwing some daughter at him, then scoot before the attack(s), for years and years. But I was trapped this last time, no scoot unless I left him to die. Which I chose not to do. So. He reminded me of damage he did to things I loved, how exactly he hurt them, killed them, helpless things that could not defend themselves, demonstrating how small I was. Tinyfeeling. I put a mental belljar over those details long ago. I remember the rage, of course, but specific instances like the puppy I named Solo because it was already all alone, that took my breath away. And I was already barely breathing when I got there. That's why. Because I was small again.
I will wish him happy birthday because my soul my choice.
song tbd, I'll listen for it
Reading the Gemini Moonlit Room
Are you skilled in the art of reading the room? The most effective communicators never skip that step. They shape the message to fit the audience — aware that people respond when they feel understood. When options seem disconnected from lived experience, reactions follow. Under the late Cancer sun, the wisdom is in emotional attunement — and offering direction that's truly reachable.
