You’d think that whole-body need would trump my mouth greed but no… not so. It takes more than intention to get real with self-healing; it takes practical magic and judicious timing, which tomorrow shall provide.

Each year, the Virgo Full Moon is my reliable date with destiny, my key to way-changing. Raw food, fresh fruit and green smoothies provide a path through the looking glass which reflects sloth and ill to my grieving soul. Still, no wrong can result from healthy acceptance of starved need for greedy feeding; I’m willing to be a yo-yo until the pendulum stops.

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