Hammock Monday

~A new commitment to meet myself and you in the hammock once a week~

It’s dark. I have finally made my way to the hammock. It’s also pleasantly chilly.  We just ate dinner and the kitchen and the dining room table are a mess, but I’ve decided to make my hammock date the priority. Andrew is putting Dylan to sleep. And I’ll clean up later.

As I sit in the hammock tonight, I am musing about some of the games I loved as a child. They were:

1. The card game WAR
2. The board game RISK
3. Red Rover, Red Rover

These games are about winning, bashing through arms and dominating countries. Interesting. I don’t think I read as a very competitive or particularly aggressive person. But clearly there was something very Aries going on in my early years.

And I think, as I sit here suspended peacefully in the dark, that I have to reclaim a little of that childhood Aries spunk. The love of the charge. The feeling of busting through a barrier that seems impenetrable.

Here’s another game I loved as a child:

4. Sorry.

I think I loved the bubble with the dice in it and how it popped. But I find it ironic that I love the game SORRY so much. It’s an apt coda to my war like, charging self. I plunge in, full throttle, yes yes yes but then feel the hook of sorry stop me dead in my tracks.

Astrologically this is the dance of having an Aries Sun conjunct (sitting next to) Saturn. It’s also my warring planet Mars in the most peaceful and harmonious sign, Libra. I’d add that Mercury (the planet of communication) is in the gentle and rather quiet sign of Pisces.

As I charged in childhood without a care in the world, I began to hear the whispers of “but wait!”, “be careful”, “don’t hurt anyone”, “are you SURE?”

Lately I’ve been wanting to be a little sloppier, a little bolder. I’m willing to make mistakes if they are big and a result of a daring act. I want the total commitment and excitement of the charge without apology.

I’m definitely tired of nice. It’s a boring word. And it’s boring to be it. Loving, yes. Courageous, yes. Radical, yes. But nice is just covering something VITAL. It’s wallpaper over rage or passion or hunger or aspiration.

So, my hammock commitment to you tonight is a little more charge and a little less nice.

The last game I used to love

5. Scrabble.

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Signing off from the hammock.

Big love to all.

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