Ferns don't grow very well here in dry Colorado, so I'm loving the fiddlehead in the center of the bouquet my husband gave me. Sort of far out, it doesn't look real -- but there it is, in all its glory. Today I'm imagining far-fetched things -- ideas that seem improbable -- because, really, so many wonderful things in life were once far-fetched thoughts.
Today is a waning moonday in Pisces, a water sign that seems to blur our edges so we may not see reality as clearly as usual. And sensitivity, intuition, and imagination may be so pronounced that we find ourselves retreating into solitary space. One of my moon-time references names this kind of solitude as the "temple of our imagination". I like that.
Pisces affects our feet so treating or preventing foot problems is well done now. We should also take it easy with activities that aggravate existing foot conditions.
I'm imagining what I'd like to stitch in a contemporary boro class I've just begun. Could these old, Japanese-trouser-like, linen pants be embellished with moons and symbols? Moon pants. And if I have the time to do that, I'm wondering if I'll have the courage to actually wear them. It would be a stretch for me. Far-fetched!