Through a keyhole ~

June's sensory almanac.

June . 2025
Through a keyhole ~

The hum only you can hear
as if it were pitched
just for your ears.
Standing at the edge
of your life, the hum
grows louder and more near.
Hum back to it, hum
your name into
the aperture, dilating
just enough to let you through.

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June is through a keyhole.

All births start with a world opening.

An egg falls from her knee and cracks open, and out spills what becomes the universe.

A rumble ripples deep in the muscle, and from this a single contraction spirals out to become an oceanic rhythm of them wearing down the cervix like it were sea glass or a stone.

First there is the closed fist, and then: the open palm upon which, within which, oh so many things may be placed.

All births then start with the end and work their way backwards.

Like reading a book in the opposite direction.

Births start at the end and work their way to the beginning.

And in June, you’ll have found yourself at the start once again.

But at the start of what?

All you can see is some light filtering through the smallest aperture—under the door, through a keyhole.

Light and air.

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You’ve left the dream: a world complete.

Everything you could have wanted, everything you thought you wanted was there. It was perfect. You arranged it thus so. You saved and stored and loved and hoped and filled and laughed and found yourself crying on the sofa sometimes when the night came through the window.

But everything, even you and me, we all must breathe.

Take our first breath over and over again.

There’s only so long one can hold their breath for.

What was once compact and held in the deep it was shaken loose and your wise mechanism signaled that it finally needed to breathe.

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In between what was and what will be there is.

The beauty of binaries is in their simplicity.

Binary from a Latin word meaning “two-by-two.”

I love a binary as much as anyone else, maybe more, because of the strength of their certainty, their fixed expression, their guardianship at the door.

But it is the in between—what some might call, the liminal, that everything becomes riddle.

What goes on four feet in the morning, two feet in midday, and three feet in the evening?

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Riddle, grey, middle, maybe.

It is June and anything is possible.

And this is maybe the only thing I should have said this whole time, but here I am writing away and maybe making you more befuddled.

All I know is that June is possibly, maybe.

June is you answering the riddle, seemingly on accident.

And while the month of June is the binary correspondent to the month of December—two months in which two different Solstices hold their reign over the skies—one light as light and the other dark as dark—

there is something about this time, in this month, of this year, in which you get to occupy absolute possibility.

Can you let yourself be uncertain this month?

As in: an open door.

What is behind that door anyway?

What is that light filtering in under the doorframe, through the keyhole?

Only one way to find out.

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Okay, before I keep going I have some announcements to make.

Firstly:
I am leaving for an artist residency at Titanik-galleria in Turku, Finland in about twelve days. It honestly hasn’t quite hit me yet, but I can be slow to respond—things steep in me until it is time to pour them over a sieve and drink.

I hope to send some little notes from my time away and am happy to hear if there is something in particular you’d like me to share with you ~ send me a message here and I will keep it in mind.

And, on that note: my appointment books are officially closed as is the apothecary shoppe until I return in August.

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Next:
This is the final almanac I’ll be sending. It’s something I’ve been considering now for a little while—for many reasons.

And I will still offer the readings each month.

But, I am also unsure what will come next, to take the almanac’s place. So I am leaving the door open to seeing what comes through.

Now.

Here is the almanac for June. It is short and sweet and smoky and keyed in and has a special invitation in it that I am really jazzed about.

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Onwards, enjoy, enjoy, and thank you ~

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T A S T E

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