27 January, 2009

Solar Eclipse, Tenth House

Unless an eclipse occurs on or very near a symbol in your chart, my experience is it doesn't have a noticeable effect. (I base this wild generalization on the only eclipse I'm aware of that DID have a noticeable effect on my life - the Grand Cross eclipse in August 1999, in which Uranus was three degrees away from my natal Moon. I was freelancing as a proofreader at a big financial services firm when a Jamaican woman with dreadlocks dropped out of the sky to manage the proofreading department, which led to my going on staff, which led to me being at work on the 37th floor of Tower Two of the World Trade Center on 9/11/2001, which, cutting to the chase, led to me owning (with Countrywide) a house in Silver City, NM, which will lead to who knows what.)

This morning's eclipse - one degree off opposing natal Pluto - took place in Aquarius in my tenth house of career, appropriately enough as I'm trying to think of ways to make money eventually and had signed myself up for Spanish classes, beginning tonight. They turned out to be held at a neighborhood house on the West Side providing low-cost education and support to new immigrants and anyone else needing same - Aquarius epitomized.

I had seriously considered signing up for the Intermediate classes, as I've taken beginning Spanish more times than I can count, and at one point, when I lived in LA and used it every day, came close to being fluent. In what quickly proved to be a blessing in disguise, Intermediate was full and there was no choice but to enroll in Beginners. As the usual laborious process of introducing ourselves unfolded - Me llamo Pamela y soy Inglesa in 25 stumbling variations - I told myself it would be very good for me to begin from the beginning again and started looking at the numbers, which have always defeated me, on the handout.

While I was trying to make myself distinquish between sesenta and setenta, I realized a man at the back of the room was going on and on and on in his introduction, with me understanding about one word in ten and wondering why he was in Beginners. As soon as he'd finished the man next to him got up and went on at even greater length, causing me to turn to the woman sitting next to me and whisper "What are they doing here?" "They're the professors" she whispered back, "explaining about the class." As I said, a blessing in disquise.

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