Whattuppp buttercups. Cheers to you and another week down. Well I know I know this letter is late, and I’m really feeling into like what a week feels like to me, and it doesn’t feel complete by the Friday. I feel like I didn’t write this letter to you because I knew there was going to be things that was happening on Friday and Saturday before I wanted to send it out. I’ve had so many things go on last week, this week. It’s weird, see? When you’re writing a week letter, it’s weird. With my water tank company not showing up, and that was booked in for Thursday. So I held out to write this letter going to celebrate that my water tank is here and all these sorts of things, and then they didn’t show up. And I spent Friday going, well, I really want to write like the completion of it. So I think my reflection at the moment is that it’s Sunday to Sunday. And I feel, I’m feeling into that Sundays when I want to send the letter out. It’s, and I think it’s a little bit like magic, you know. No post comes on Sundays except for in this magical world. It’s the letter that you, only letter that you’ll ever receive on a Sunday, you know. So I think that’s sort of what the fuck has been on my mind, and where I’ve been. If you’ve been checking your inbox, love it. Sorry this is late. Miss you. Love you. And what’s been going on since my last letter is basically nothing. An emotional roller coaster. I have been let down professionally by, it’s not just the mechanic. We’re not going to box the one mechanic, but, you know, we’re calling it the mechanics. But it’s actually a mechanic, and then a fabricator and welder, and then a panel beater. There’s three different shops working on my car. And one out of the three shops, which we’re up to, let me down. They didn’t follow through with what they said they would do. And they said that they would go pick up my car, complete the job, and it’s just been sitting there. And that, like, that’s heartbreaking. Like, that broke my heart. And I’ve been let down with friends, family, loved ones. I feel so invisible in the world. I feel like nobody gives a fucking shit about me. I feel like nobody checks in, nobody calls. Like, my only notifications on my phone is my social media. I can go a week and a half, two weeks, where I only hear from social media. And that’s really isolating. But also, that comes down to, hey I really am struggling without my car. I’m struggling being stuck here. And the things that are giving me joy is getting up and leaving the house that I don’t want to be in, and going and spending the day at my new house. No service. Whether it’s to do nothing, whether it’s to sleep on the floor, whether it’s to just sit, whether it’s to record a zillion videos that are currently pointless to post. We’re in a bit of a pause, you know. But it’s bringing me joy. And then I return home. When I get home, like, I’m tired, I’m overwhelmed, I don’t want to be here, I’ve got to re-settle in. I feel like I’m, like, disorientated.

Thank you, tribe, for the vibes, the love, the sharing, the chatting, the photos, the thoughts, the minds, the magic. Fuck yes to what’s already unfolding here. This is a safe space. This is a sacred circle. Nobody here is anybody’s teacher. Nobody here is anybody’s guru. We are all equal. Take what you want. Leave what you want. Tune in. Tune out. There is absolutely no pressure. (Okay, the only pressure is this 😉 Bluemoon School is free to join, and if you want to go deeper it’s $2 to subscribe. That’s it.) Other than that zero pressure from anyone. Share what you’re creating. Share your thoughts. Share what’s coming through intuitively. Or say nothing at all and simply witness the beauty. Deep gratitude from my heart to yours. Watching this grow is going to be one of my daily checkins. I’m here to inspire and empower you and honestly I already am. That’s why you’re all here. So fuck yes. Thank you for being here. Thank you for sharing yourself in this space or not. Either way, I love you for just being who the fuck you are.

Get the fuck out there today. Remember you are mid-metamorphosis. This is your chrysalis. This is the unknown. You have no idea what the fuck is coming for you so watch out for your magic. Look for the synchronicities. Have a magical, fucking fabulous day🧚‍♂️🫶🙏🩵🧚‍♂️☪️🦄🧿

Thank you Aimee for this wonderful space and helping me on the road back home. Nothing but gratitude 🙏