{again}

In which beginnings happen one more time

I want to share more about myself. My Summer of Sirens. My following of their song. And anything that comes after that. So I am. These emails will be called { }. Emails of my regular writing will continue to be called The Journal of Wonders and Curiosities. It’s all under one roof...with little caverns and rooms for us to play in. You don’t have to re-subscribe or anything like that. This is just part of the whole now.

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I don’t know how to begin.
Again.
I can’t bring myself to explain it all.
What I shared in my 40 day experiment¹².
And without an explanation, I don’t know where to start.

I think I just have to jump in.
To start.
Where I am.
As I am.
And let it all unfurl as it does.
I hope that you stay.
That you read.
That you share.
Your own ways with me.

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{omens}

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I found myself frazzled today.
Next steps and mistakes rumbling in my mind.
Flutters of anxiety making their rounds through my body.

As I drove down my street.
A salsify plant³.
One I saw the other day.
But now it held 3 seed puffs.
Wishes of the biggest sort.
Still asking to be made.

{again}

I keep calling this my Summer of Sirens.
Maybe that translates.
Maybe it doesn’t.

What I mean.
Is that I am giving myself over.
To a song.
That I feel in the solid of my bones.
And the flow of my breath.
I feel the Sirens.
Reaching out.
Over the seas and through the fire.
I want to surrender to their magic.

I want to give over to temptation.
To my wants and wishes.
To my hunger.
I want more of the magic that I hold.
To wrap its way around me.

I want to let the song of the biggest me.
Sing me home to myself.

40 odd days ago.
I needed myself.
I needed the magic I make for others.
I needed it to weave its way around me and bring me where I needed to be.
I got all of that.
And more.

And though the 40 days have ended.
I am still in it.
In the magic that I conjured.
In the song that is being sung for me.
In the desires.
In the truths.
In the biggestness of my being.
I am in it.

This is my Summer of Sirens.
I am going to tell you all about it.
As it happens.
Not everyday, because that is a lot.
But often enough.

I am listening.
I am feeling.
I am following.
The call.
The song.

Let’s do it together.
Join me.
However you want.
Wherever you want.
Take my hand.
Let’s go.

With all of who I am~
Jo Anna

1. For 40 days I sent out an email that detailed my experience in an exploration of myself, my work, my world. It evolved into a certain format…where I spoke of the omens that guided me and what discovered each day. It kinda looked like this email. I want to keep this sharing…this writing…going. And I don’t want it to be a separate thing anymore. So it’s not.

2. https://myownmagic.substack.com/about

3. I didn’t take a picture because I was on my way to pick up a friend. But it looks like a giant dandelion puff. A little while back, I saw one on hike…waiting there like a sign in the middle of green expanse. It feels like an omen towards wishes…it is time I make some new ones from the biggest space of my being.