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- New Moon in Pisces: Where is Your Sanctuary?
- Full Moon in Pisces: Where is Your Sanctuary?
- The Astrological “I” Redux: Anecdotal Overdose?
- Full Moon in Virgo: To Serve Man
- Conjuring love
- New Moon in Aquarius: Friend Me
- Leo Full Moon: The Cat and the Computer
- Mars Rx: Slow and steady. But mostly slow.
- Now Conan, *that’s* how to handle an eclipse to your natal Sun.
- Eclipses in Capricorn: The Buck Stops Here!
- 3rd House Party
- Aquarius Papers
- Art of Awareness
- Astro-Pol
- Astrological Investing
- Astrological Musings
- Astrology Expressed
- AstroTabletalk
- Blue Moon Astrology – Elaine Kalantarian
- Celestial Reflections
- Dana’s Blog
- Dig Dr. Z
- Distracted Astrologer
- Gryphon Astrology
- Heavenly Truth
- Julie Demboski
- Kelly Surtees
- Kiddie Star Signs
- Leah Whitehorse
- Learning Curve on the Ecliptic
- Lucy Looking Upward
- Lynda Hill/Sabian Symbols
- Maria Alexander
- Matthew the Astrologer
- Mercury Retrograde Blog
- Molly Hall @ About.com
- Moonkissd by Jessica
- Moonlight Becomes Me
- New Moon Journal
- North-Node
- Planetary Energies
- Question of Mindfulness
- Robert McDowell
- San Diego NCGR
- Sasstrology - Astrology, only sassier
- Sharon Leah
- Shifting Realities
- Silver Wheel Astrology
- Skygrooves
- Star Cats Astrology
- Stars Over Washington
- Susie Madrak
- The Know-it-All Astrologer
- Two Hours You'll Never Get Back
- Urania’s 9th House
- Wisestars
May
28
My friend Simone has just posted a wonderful essay for the Gemini New Moon:
“You could have 99 things going wrong in your life and one thing going right,” says Abraham, “and if you would beat the drum of that one thing going right, the other 99 would either have to go away, or improve, because the Law of Attraction cannot abide in your vibration something that does not match.”
According to Abraham, if you don’t have something you want, it’s because you aren’t energetically aligned with it. Conversely, if you have something in your life you don’t want, it’s because you are in energetic alignment with it. Here’s the formula for changing your attraction: 1st) Get clarity about what you want; 2nd) Align your energy with it, and 3rd) Commit to receiving it and it will be yours. (read the full article)
Ain’t it the truth? Today, for instance, I was supposed to align my energy with an article I needed to finish. Instead, the Law of Attraction magnetized a visit from friends and a big bag of lime-flavored Tostitos, accompanied by a refreshing margarita. I’m pretty sure that’s not the drum I was supposed to be beating, but now that I’m sitting at the computer, perhaps it will summon a very entertaining article.
May 28, 2006 | Comments Off
May
23
This afternoon, Venus in feisty Aries gave a nasty little 90-degree square, “I’m the boss of you!” hip-check to Mars in Cancer. You know, just because it could, exactly like some bratty little girl bullying a shy boy on the playground. People were feeling a bit out of sorts, I guess, and the ensuing brouhaha spilled out all over my second-house Saturn in Capricorn – a planet that, I assure you, needs no assistance in its never-ending quest to make me feel crappy about myself. Thanks very much, Venus.
Speaking of Venus, the marvelous Dana Gerhardt works her usual magic with a really splendid article about Venus in the June/July issue of the Mountain Astrologer. Get your hands on it, ‘cuz it’s swell. In the same issue, get the splendid Pete Watson’s take on the suddenly-all-over-the-news Paul McCartney, as that gentleman prepares (on his upcoming birthday) to answer the musical question, “Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m 64?” Frankly, folks, it doesn’t look good.
May 23, 2006 | Comments Off
May
19
Was it just me, or did the past couple of days seem sort of Mercury retrograde-ish?
A series of technical difficulties too exhausting to recount here in detail (problems with my recording software, my printer in nervous collapse, errant report binding machine, etc., etc.) had me scurrying to my trusty Pocket Astrologer to figure out what was going on, and I found Mercury – along with the Sun – hovering in the last, painful degrees of Taurus. Mercury finally, mercifully, flipped over to Gemini this afternoon, 1:52 pm PDT-ish, after which the long, difficult week sailed smoothly into a weekend sunset. Against all odds, I finished the week caught up on all the work that was due today, got a kick-ass haircut, and still managed to whip up a truly awe-inspiring turkey meatloaf for dinner.
I’ve noticed this before, how late-degree planets can stir up a certain cosmic wonkiness just before they flip into the next sign. Tomorrow the Sun follows suit, slipping into Gemini at 9:32 pm. One wonders what daft solar hijinks will ensue tomorrow. Take notes for me, will ya? Think I’ll sleep in.
May 19, 2006 | Comments Off
May
10
So last night I added another to the long list of physical activities at which I am hopelessly incompetent.
It seems I really, really suck at bowling.
Awhile back, our friends decided that each month we would choose some wacky new activity to enjoy together. We’re a bunch of middle-aged people with failing backs and poor eyesight, so we expect a certain amount of hapless flailing to be part of the entertainment value of these experiences. Last month we went to a roller skating rink, where I actually distinguished myself by remaining upright all evening – but then, roller skating was one of the few physical activities I enjoyed as a kid. The 44-year-old flesh was weak, but the muscle memory was willing, and it all more or less came back to me. Good fun.
But man, I cannot bowl. I was sort of getting the hang of it, and even managed a strike at the top of the second game, but it all went horribly awry from there. To make matters worse, several of my friends – even my own husband! – demonstrated their natural athletic abilities by picking up on the rudiments of the game fairly quickly, steadily improving as the night progressed. Whereas I… didn’t. At all.
I blame the rented shoes, which looked like a carnival geek threw up on them – sort of neon orange and green. Really awful. I was psychologically diminished by these shoes. And I developed a small rash on my thumb. Yeah, that’s it – the shoes and rash. That’s why I sucked.
Oh, wait – I just thought of something else to blame: astrology! Today, still demoralized by my poor showing at the alleys (a mood not improved by Jonny’s tactful reassurance that “you have…an interesting style”), I thumbed through my well-worn copy of Rex Bills’ Rulership Book, which identifies physical coordination as a function of Mercury and … Taurus. Aha! Unlike my husband, with his Taurus Moon, and my friends with their sundry Venuses and Marses and Mercuries in Taurus, I was born with Mercury in a fire sign and nothing at all in Taurus.
I suppose this explains why, although I’ve always been a fairly good mimic when it comes to anything mental, I simply can’t watch someone do something physical and then replicate it. I have always been hopeless at dance, aerobics, volleyball, baseball, and basically any and all pursuits requiring motor skill and coordination. I can ride a bike and drive a car, and that’s about it. Little did I know of my profound astrological disadvantage, the sad disconnect between my Mercury and the physical world.
But that’s okay. At least I’ve got decent taste in shoes.
May 10, 2006 | Comments Off
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