After reading several horoscopes about how June is going to be a bad month for me (and it is only the first) I’ve decided to fall off the face of the earth until after July.

One thing to say: Saturn get off my ass.

Tomorrow is a day I am dreading—I will turn in my keys at a school I’ve taught at for the last eight years. I will say goodbye to children I have known since they were three. I will close a part of my life that has known me married, separated, living with a partner, alone, single. It has known me. Certain days it has saved me. It is the longest job I have ever held.

I have said goodbye to so much, it cannot be named. This week when I transplanted some plants from the side garden I remembered “the trick.” When transplanting one must always take some of the old soil and sprinkle it in with the new. The plant will have less shock, it will remember the land from before and it will grow.

What do I bring with me? If I were to sprinkle you on the land, would you bloom there?
I don’t know how to transplant myself. I have given myself a new house, job, focus but I don’t know how to do with it less “shock”, less weeping.