Even as existential dread nips our heels and the sweet call of dissociation floats on the wind, we have spent many spiritual millennia nurturing the sacred weapons of boundary and message.

Offer trapped magic to the greater network through the magic of release. Free your senses from rigid definitions to invite synesthesia. Roll your shoulders back and link arms with the multifaceted effort toward liberation.

Our forms of love are as varied and unique as we are, and every single one deserves celebration. Gush to your friends, pets, lovers, family, art projects, and music until you are empty, and trust that all that love will always return tenfold. Be brave and public in your affection. You don’t create a salve for unhappiness by hiding what is beautiful about your own life. Shout from the mountains and rooftops about your love. Go wild with passion and vulnerability. Try or don’t try; the time will pass anyway.

This deep into our futures, we have become experts at holding contradictory emotions. We hold acute joys and chronic pain together in one hand while we bloom out of the other. Even this unprecedented weather demands the glitter of life and movement. Don’t clam up now; the ground shakes beneath you and calls your name.

The clean-cut clarity of this season illuminates the path, and suddenly, you know the way forward. It emerges, and you walk.