It’s Scorpio season.

The short version: For the next month or so, we’re feeling some combination of spooky, sexy, dark and twisty. It’s an intense time of year. It can be incredibly uncomfortable for some folks. An excellent time to practice selfcare if you aren’t ready to explore the depths (and even if you are).

It’s also a great time to get comfy with that discomfort. To learn about what it’s like to be alive, incarnate, imperfect and distinctly human.

What if it’s okay that you’re more than a little fucked up?

What if you don’t have to be perfect all the time?

What if you don’t have to be perfect…like EVER?

What if the very best parts of you were also the very worst?

And best of all…what if all that were okay? Like reallysuperduperdowninyourfuckingbonesokay?

That’s Scorpio season.

If you don’t like it (and I don’t blame you, it ain’t for everybody) I recommend warm waters: teas, baths, and tears if you need em. And if you do like it, the recommendations remain the same. Add a dance around a fire and whiskey if it suits you. If you’re curious to explore what it’s like to be okay with the intensity of it all, give me a call.

Cheers to being incarnate.