I was down in the Craft Underground yesterday putting together the pieces of our Murder Box (sorry, sold out), listening to a podcast about decolonizing astrology. I don’t know a lot about astrology, even though my latest big project was very Zodiac-based; but reading Tarot draws from a lot of the same themes they were talking about. The phrase “As above, so below” came up, and it set off a cascade of connections for me. I’ve been listening to Phoebe Bridgers’ new album a lot lately, and her song “As Above” immediately resonated for me, even more than the song I bought the album for. I’d researched the concept a couple of years ago doing a deep dive on alchemy for an RPG campaign I ran for my gang a couple of years ago. I love how Phoebe Bridgers puts so many personal details in her lyrics: references that remain a mystery but are the same sorts of things we all go through. They don’t have to be explained explicity. I enjoy going to dance performances for similar reasons, or looking at abstract art. Sometimes the things that can’t be explained or fully comprehended are the things that make the most sense. Listening to the album right after the podcast, thinking of the music, the games, the divination, the philosophy, the books I’ve been reading, the conversations I’ve been having with friends, everything seemed to connect and I had this vast overwhelming sense of being a tiny piece in a vast puzzle. This morning, I read something that put a name to that awe: Beauty. It’s something that can never be defined precisely, but I like the “likeness tempered with difference” description. The last ten years have made it hard to see the beauty in the world, and in other people sometimes. It’s been easier to see the world as a hostile place, or at least an indifferent place. And yet the beauty of the world, and the beauty of the people I care about always tempt me back to falling in love with the world again.
It’s impossible to keep your heart safe while making yourself vulnerable. Sometimes it seems worth it to hunker down and hide. But I am so thankful for the people who draw me out, who make me show myself and try harder. Seeing the results of the election, and seeing the community gathered together on Sunday in the space we’ve made, I feel like I’m surrounded by beauty. Talking with the architect and structural engineer on Thursday, the next stage of the Craft Underground could get a little messy as we get the lift built. But we are messy people who are willing to be vulnerable with each other, who are willing to lean on each other and offer what we can give to people we are still getting to know. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful than that.
I’m still not sure what it was about that phrase that set me off. There’s a whole web of connections to explore. But I love that what we’ve started upstairs at Purl’s is coming to fruition in a new way downstairs. I love that despite the malfunctions of Microsoft Outlook and air traffic control, the connections that matter the most are still getting stronger.






