At the beginning of September this year, Saturn was directly opposing the placement of Mars in my natal horoscope.
There had been plenty of frustration in the days leading up to the exact opposition, most especially the day the cat decided to go missing just as I was about to leave on a weekend trip. There was nothing to do except wait for him to come back. I spent the time reading old copies of the New Yorker, calling the friend I was going to visit with hourly updates - he's down the barn, I can see him but he won't come up the hill - he's behind the well house now - grinding my teeth and reminding myself what an awesome thing it is to be so connected to the workings of the universe. Frustrating yes, mind-boggling, no.
That came two days later when the opposition was exact. I was driving into town to run an errand, didn't have the exact address of the store but knew vaguely where it was, and as I turned on to the main road I heard a furious honking and saw a stationery school bus on the other side of the street, that little lollipop STOP sign sticking out facing me. (Maybe in cities there's a higher-tech version of this, but that's what school buses are like in the small town I live in.) There's a 30 mph speed limit on the road anyway because of deer, and I'd only just turned on to it, so was almost able to stop as though I meant to, not because I'd only just seen the sign. Avoiding the bus driver's eye, I waited till he was safely past me before I stepped on the gas, telling myself this was a bit literal even for astrology and reminding myself to be more careful.
A couple of miles further into town I saw Men at Work and Reduced Speed Ahead signs, and then a workman standing in the road holding a STOP sign as he let cars on the other side of the road pass. This was a bit more connected to the universe than I wanted to be. I considered turning around and going home, but went on into town and found the stretch of highway where I needed to be cordoned off because of roadworks and reduced to one lane only. I kept on going, drove back home the long way around and did the errand the next day. Maybe you had to be there.
A few weeks after that, Mars came to oppose my natal Sun. A man I know had asked me to meet him at an auto interior renovation place where he was dropping off an old car that needed new upholstery. Then I was to drive him back to his house, drop him off so he could drive another car that needed cosmetic work to the renovation place, follow him there and then drive him back home again.
Everything went well. I was at the shop on time to pick him up, no problems on the way to his house, no problems following him back to the shop, no problems whatsoever. Nothing at all remarkable, except I decided to get out of my car while I was waiting for him and wandered over to the office, where on the wall outside a hand-painted sign in capital letters read MARS (Meticulous Attention Renovation Service, when I asked). With apologies to Dave Barry, I am not making this up. It's what I told my friend and why she said I had to do a blog.
There had been plenty of frustration in the days leading up to the exact opposition, most especially the day the cat decided to go missing just as I was about to leave on a weekend trip. There was nothing to do except wait for him to come back. I spent the time reading old copies of the New Yorker, calling the friend I was going to visit with hourly updates - he's down the barn, I can see him but he won't come up the hill - he's behind the well house now - grinding my teeth and reminding myself what an awesome thing it is to be so connected to the workings of the universe. Frustrating yes, mind-boggling, no.
That came two days later when the opposition was exact. I was driving into town to run an errand, didn't have the exact address of the store but knew vaguely where it was, and as I turned on to the main road I heard a furious honking and saw a stationery school bus on the other side of the street, that little lollipop STOP sign sticking out facing me. (Maybe in cities there's a higher-tech version of this, but that's what school buses are like in the small town I live in.) There's a 30 mph speed limit on the road anyway because of deer, and I'd only just turned on to it, so was almost able to stop as though I meant to, not because I'd only just seen the sign. Avoiding the bus driver's eye, I waited till he was safely past me before I stepped on the gas, telling myself this was a bit literal even for astrology and reminding myself to be more careful.
A couple of miles further into town I saw Men at Work and Reduced Speed Ahead signs, and then a workman standing in the road holding a STOP sign as he let cars on the other side of the road pass. This was a bit more connected to the universe than I wanted to be. I considered turning around and going home, but went on into town and found the stretch of highway where I needed to be cordoned off because of roadworks and reduced to one lane only. I kept on going, drove back home the long way around and did the errand the next day. Maybe you had to be there.
A few weeks after that, Mars came to oppose my natal Sun. A man I know had asked me to meet him at an auto interior renovation place where he was dropping off an old car that needed new upholstery. Then I was to drive him back to his house, drop him off so he could drive another car that needed cosmetic work to the renovation place, follow him there and then drive him back home again.
Everything went well. I was at the shop on time to pick him up, no problems on the way to his house, no problems following him back to the shop, no problems whatsoever. Nothing at all remarkable, except I decided to get out of my car while I was waiting for him and wandered over to the office, where on the wall outside a hand-painted sign in capital letters read MARS (Meticulous Attention Renovation Service, when I asked). With apologies to Dave Barry, I am not making this up. It's what I told my friend and why she said I had to do a blog.
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