Thinking about making this post yesterday morning, I was feeling mildly apprehensive about writing that I seemed to be getting away remarkably easily with the titled transit. It's one of those you - (well, I) - see approaching in the ephemeris with something approaching dread - supposedly low energy, no sign of joy, battles with authority that you always lose and daily life too discouraging to deal with etc. etc.
As it is, now that the two ends of my yo-yo are Cambridge and New York rather than Cambridge and Silver City and Star Child is again part of daily life spreading her sunshine and all that, I feel nothing but a tremendous sense of relief that I have time to take a deep breath and simply be, rather than my brain frantically racing constantly to keep up and stay in place. It isn't easy, this bopping around from place to place, and I've yet to achieve my goal, set the day after Labor Day, of staying under one roof for five nights in a row, but still, this sense of peace and a deep well-being is a welcome change, Saturn opposed to the Sun exact tomorrow or not.
I took the 6:00 pm bus from Alewife Friday night. It was raining, traffic was awful, one of the headlights on the bus went out, we were delayed for an hour and didn't get to Eighth and Thirty-first till 11:15. When I swiped my Senior MetroCard through the subway turnstile I got the See Agent message, which let me know my attempts to change my hacked credit card that's on file for Autopay had been unsuccessful, and I had to go to the machine and buy a regular price $10 card. (That instruction is un-carryoutable when the booth is empty.) I did think then, fumbling for my glasses and credit card and trying to remember where it went in and which Zip Code I was supposed to enter, that I was having a bit of Saturnine opposition but I'm getting used to being a hayseed and at least there wasn't a line of people behind me tapping their feet and looking at their watches, pardon my projection.
By the time I got *home* it was way past midnight, but the ceiling hadn't fallen down and my key worked (my requirements for happiness get fewer and fewer), and, as always, this apartment felt like a sanctuary and haven, maybe more so as I'm also deep in another of those dreaded transits - Progressed Moon to Pluto. As with the Saturn opposition, I seem to be getting away scot-free as far as emotional pain is concerned, unless of course I am on too much medication and need to reduce the dose.)
It took me half an hour to find an extension cord for the air conditioner yesterday morning, but that's another story. Mercury conjunct Chiron for the day showed itself when I got a nibble on the house from the Craiglist posting and had to call the tenants in Silver, the first contact since we drew up an agreement two weeks ago. Mr. Tenant was back to his ordinary charming self after the psychotic break email, and we had a civilized conversation in which he told me he and his partner would be leaving at the end of this month and I asked him to be ready to show the house this coming Tuesday, if necessary, all very relationship healed and all.
This is getting very long-winded and off the point, and I want to get back to what I found myself doing yesterday as Saturn in Libra (the arts) finally manifested its opposition to my backstage Aries Sun in the Twelfth. I spent hours and hours online researching U.K. theaters I can send Just For You to, pardon my syntax, something I *should* have done when I first finished the play last year but didn't because I couldn't. The time wasn't right. It feels like ages since I felt that sense of awe and wonder astrology used to invoke in me - which was the reason for beginning this blog - but yesterday it came back (P Moon conjunct Pluto in Leo?). I was watching Michael Lutin's address to the National Press Club in 2008 while I was taking notes on submission requirements, and couldn't help but laugh when he said predictions were impossible to make until the day after, when it because sublimely obvious what the manifestation turned out to be and how it could happen no other way, except he said it a lot more clearly than that.
Tuesday's new moon falls directly on my Neptune, which is natally square Saturn and will be opposed by transiting Uranus and squared by Pluto. Dare I write that with any luck I'll get a copy of Just For You off to one of the willing-to-look-at-unsolicited scripts U.K. theaters? Well, I just did, and if I can find the post office in Cambridge, I shall.
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