Between our series of choices, seemingly random but in fact unavoidable,
and our rapidly changing capacity and circumstance it’s easy to find that reality is a slippery little bastard.
Stay in your breathing, work from the NOW.
It’s another weekend where the sky goes BOOM!
Cardinal Grand Cross and all.
It’s loose, but the Moon is in Libra. Who is invited to this party?
Sun, Moon, Mars, Pluto, Uranus, Cardinal Characters Every One.
Crabby Sun faces down Pluto,
she has support and protection, but this one goes deep.
So often the big changes are made out of necessity, that’s why they hurt so much.
We feel we are free to make them, hanging in the breeze of possibility, that the wind could have blown either way. We choose, then the weight of repercussion falls,
but if it were a choice so easily made, why would we be here under this ton of bricks, promising to build a cathedral, or at least a house that keeps out the big bad wolf?
don’t over think it
People are not things, and what sounds good on paper, what sounds good on paper… have you ever wanted to make a paper airplane? Have you ever noticed how easily paper burns?
The trine from Saturn to the Sun makes it stick.
Later you will know what you did.
Right now you will do it.
Acting on instinct, wide awake, and without explanation.
~I’m not gonna sit around and waste my precious divine energy trying to explain and be ashamed of things you think are wrong with me.– Esperanza Spalding~
Venus makes a zippy little sextile to Uranus: The new love?
Letting go of old Values & old ideas to make way for genius?
The art that wakes you up? Information you can use to form new relationships?
A friend gives you a tip that brings you $, or puts you where you need to be?
Between Saturn and Uranus:
The Shape of the Future
The obligation to forge a new world that we don’t hate,
a life that bears some actual relationship to our genuine selves.
Mid-way through July we have a scene change,
Big Full Moon on the 12th in Capricorn!
what will mommy and daddy do? I mean home and work, emotions and success
whatever it is, it’s inevitable. Let it happen, keep breathing.
The 14th and 15th everyone gets their Jupiter in Crab presents.
There are miracles, and somewhere in your life you will know it.
16th & 18th Jupiter changes signs and the Aries Moon tries to act on it.
when we get there, I’ll tell you allllll about it!
Take good care of your body, this is heavy work.
No worries about who you have been or who you said you would never be.
We are VERBS, not nouns.
I’m going to be traveling for the next week or so.
I’ll try to pop in again, but it will not be so easy to post.
Need some fuel while I’m gone?
I hope you never get tired of waiting for the world
to come to its senses. And that you have a quarter
for every homeless person who asks you for a quarter.
Like Sitting Bull, may you find America a hard place
in which to save the soul. If you listen closely the city
speaks your native language. I asked someone
for directions to the end of the world and he said,
Keep going till you can’t. Twelve years ago
I crossed six time zones, three continents,
half a lifetime. Existence is mathematics:
therefore your life will be as nearly perfect as mine.
I can’t recall the last time I truly loved anybody.
But in the corner of emotions I’ve kept the light on
for those who still can’t find their way. My father
pounds the walls in the shadow theater
of his grave. In my dreams the dead keep growing,
like fingernails or hair. If I could sum up
all that I’ve learned, here it is: Everything
eats everything. There is no escape. Galaxies graze
in endless space and outside of that who knows?
At some junction dappled with the residue
of stars, maybe you’ll find yourself as you were
a gigabyte ago. A quasar of desire. Your heart
as mortal as a bird. And when you speak
your voice forms a nest of trebuchets around you.
In the beginning was the Word. The rest is noise.
– Eric Gamalinda~
~I don’t like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is lifeless and it isn’t of much value. Life hasn’t revealed its beauty to them.– Boris Pasternak~
~to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again. -Ellen Bass~