Today was a wonderful day. Had my first baby of the year, a sweet little cannabis with the moon in gemini. If you wonder why I care, check out this post.

Having the moon in Gemini means that the colors of today are mainly yellow, blue and red as counter colors. Don't get fooled. Not seeing red doesn't mean I am not wearing it.

So I was properly dressed when I took my bike and went out to the lake where I met this guy …

We were sharing a joint until he vanished and I went on by myself. My blue bycicle and me, as slow as we could go, enjoying the warmth on my skin. Some goose came back from the south – or where have you beautiful biddies been these days? – flying garrulously over my head, oh hello, hello!

When I got home I couldn't help myself. Tears came rolling down my face. I couldn't tell you what exactly I was crying about. Something along the lines of death and birth, winter and spring. Something, not yet defined, has ended today. Something new is yet to come. In-between.

And it's only these days, that you can fully understand what it means to be alive. That light means life and energy is more than a word. When you don't need meditation to become one with everything your eyes meet, when your eyes understand instead of watching. When you lose yourself to this universal dance beyond …