Wednesday is the Aries Solar Festival (and full moon). It is also a lunar eclipse. Something in form and matter in our lives disappears, no longer needed, having fulfilled its destiny.
If you had the traditional kind of parasite, you could just put a lit match to its butt.
Of course it’s what’s on the inside that really counts, which is why men’s magazines so often run glossy spreads of stout, good-hearted older women crocheting afghans for nursing home patients.
Late night Saturday & early Sunday morning the Sun enters Aries and Spring begins.
Spring’s almost here, daylight’s increasing, daffodils, dandelions and pear trees are blooming. And we humans, following the circadian cycles, are beginning to bloom and increase in light, too.
My boyfriend is going to a dinner out of town to get an award for a film he made, and he didn’t invite me. When I told him I felt excluded, he said that he was embarrassed because his parents are paying for his flight and he has to stay with a friend. I get…
There are clues to where on the divorce spectrum someone falls, like whether she makes offhand remarks along the lines of “I wish him well, but we weren’t a good match” or “I wish I could leave him tied up in a clearing so something would eat him.”
The above words are the seed thoughts of Pisces recited by the New Group of World Servers during Pisces and especially at Tuesday evening’s Pisces new moon festival.
We continue in the oceanic waters of Pisces. We are in the time of preparation called “lent.”
I’m in a new relationship with the sweetest, most generous girl, but I’m hesitant to let her do nice stuff for me. In my previous relationship, every single nice thing my ex did was held against me later. I can hear her now: “Remember that time I brought you food at work? All the way…