Well, Saturn's coming to Jupiter next week, Mars is coming to oppose Pluto in the next few days, Venus trines Pluto and the Sun squares the Ascendant tomorrow, and when I went to line dancing at the senior center this morning it wasn't cancelled. By eleven a.m. I was in a chorus line of 15 or so 60- to 80-year-olds doing high kicks to New York New York and in my case, looking out the window on to the FDR Drive and the East River and Randall's Island wondering if this was following my north node in Cancer in three so that as Michael Lutin says, everything will come to me.
Not true. I wasn't thinking about anything in that chorus line because I was completely and totally in the moment, arms interlocked with a complete stranger on each side of me and doing my best to follow Vera, our 75?-year-old leader in the middle of the line, as, loud and clear and looking over her shoulder to make sure we were all following, she told us all what to do next.
Really and truly, it was only when class was over and I was turning on to First Avenue from 93rd Street that I remembered all the north node stuff. WIth natal north node in the third house, supposedly one of the ways for me to go towards the future and fulfillment here on earth(!) - something like that, anyway - is community involvement, which I've studiously shied away from all my life until last summer in Silver and now here at Stanley Isaacs Neighborhood Center.
With Saturn less than ten degrees away from the node, you'd expect the people it brings me into contact with to be old, and God knows that's proving to be true. Joining age in Silver for the senior center is 50, whereas here in New York it's 60, and I'd bet my life at least five of the women in this morning's line-up were close to 80 one side or the other.
And, of course, another third house interpretation is communication. Hmmm. How do you tell if you feel fulfilled?
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