Ghosting as Spiritual Practice (?!?)

I swear I wasn’t avoiding you—and other Full Moon Revelations

(This post was sent out as a newsletter yesterday. I rarely “double post,” but this one is important to have everywhere. 💛 Simply ignore if you got this already!)

Hello Beautiful Being!

It’s been a minute.

Scratch that trivial phrase. It’s been 4 months since I wrote a newsletter and 2 months since a Substack post. I straight up disappeared, didn’t I?

We’re in the Year of the Snake…shedding old skins, going blind for a bit, curling up in the dark until the eyes adjust. I seem to be living this on repeat. (You, too?)

Apologies for ghosting, my friend. 🙏

And gratitude, too, for your patience as I molt in real time.

I used to judge this part of myself that needs to withdraw and hermit in order to transmute. Why can’t I be the goat that keeps climbing the mountain, no matter the size of the foothold? Why must I be so sensitive, so watery, so hide-y?

Used to judge. Ha! Who am I kidding? I still judge the hell out of it. 😆 I can feel it even now, that tightening in my gut... you failed, you ghosted, shame on you!

One of my favorite techniques: just own it. Whatever it is for you…. selfishness, greed, narcissism, codependency, materialism, failure to launch, martyrdom, victim-hood. Own the ickiness, the shadow, the human frailty. Maybe even laugh at the human-ness of it all. Whatever it is, only by naming it can you see what’s underneath and bring this part of yourself home.

That’s right… the part of you that is the hardest to embrace holds some key to your more whole self. It’s not to be shunned, shamed and exiled… it’s to be seen, heard and brought home.

I’m a mercurial sensitivo who wants to think she’s a mountain, when she’s really a wave!

There, I said it. Now, what happens when I let that in, see it, hear it and bring love to it?

I see that every time I hermit, something truer emerges. The disappearing isn’t disappearance, it’s metamorphosis. My hermit is not a block, it’s a key.

What does it look like to try to have a business with my hermit fully integrated? What does it feel like to celebrate me in my fullness? Waves, hermit-caves, and floods of offerings only when my hermit is ready to emerge? I am in love with that question. It’s cheeky, rebellious. It feels like more space to be me. 💛

Which brings us to this NOW moment: Taurus Full Moon, Sun in Scorpio. A cosmic mirror of everything I’ve just lived (and perhaps for you, too). Taurus reminds us to ground into the body, into the bliss and shit of being human. Scorpio invites the composting, the alchemy, the sacred death that makes new life possible.

This is the moment to let it all hang out! Admit your frailty, your un-Instagrammable humanness 😩😮 And, in doing so, open the door to something deeper, and truer to emerge.

Let your toes sink into the mud, squish it with glee. Scoop it up with your hands and smear it on your face and your body. “I AM OF THIS EARTH, BUT NOT FROM THIS EARTH. I EMBRACE MY HUMAN INCARNATION IN ALL IT’S BLISS AND SHIT. I ADMIT MY HUMAN-NESS AND ALLOW MY METAMORPHOSIS! I AM READY TO BRING ALL PARTS OF ME HOME!” 🙌💛🙏

More soon, from this freshly uncovered skin.

With love,

Julie