No danger of me (My? Never did understand gerunds.) being bumped off of Facebook for posting too often from my blog. After spending at least an hour yesterday (Mercury sextile Jupiter) trying to link the two, looking at how-to videos, reading discussion boards and trolling through Blogger Help, I finally gave up and went back outside to continue toiling in the fields of the Lord and attempting to bring life back to my twigs, although I've surrendered even there.
Yesterday, in spite of the local boycott of Walmart because of its (another gerund?) selling fireworks when fires are raging all over New Mexico, I wandered its aisles and forked out $17 on sprays of artificial flowers, which as soon as I've finished this I'm going to artfully arrange in the two planters on the front steps. I know when I'm beaten.
I know when I'm beaten on another level, too, and painful and humbling though it is, here goes. If (!) what Dr. Phil says about you can't change what you don't acknowledge, I, the undersigned, being of reasonably sound mind and body for a 66-year-old woman on Celexa and Wellbutrin with a couple of pounds of flab around her middle, hereby admit I have not yet been capable of any kind of sustained effort involving writing prose and concede that calling this blog everyday-astrology was yet another example of my wildly optimistic Mars in Pisces natal opposition to Jupiter in Virgo, which has, until now, led me to believe I could one day make my living by what has so far proved impossible - writing . Extended exhale.
There is much more to be written (ha!) about the above, but with any luck at all admitting that I can't do it will *free* me to be able to do just that. In the meantime, as the Sun gets higher and higher in the sky and my window of opportunity of being outside gets shorter and shorter, the call of the Gobi beckons and it's time to stick my plastic flowers in the planters. Photos to follow. That I know I can do.
Pamela Rose Reeves
June 26, 2011
Showing posts with label Surrender. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Surrender. Show all posts
26 June, 2011
02 May, 2011
Forget About Catching Up - I GIVE Up
Already I've been back from my travels for two weeks and am in full story time, sing-along and playground mode, now with the addition of a tricycle into the mix. The weather has finally begun to change, green is appearing on the trees and there are flowers and blooming shrubs in almost every front yard.
Jupiter to the Sun, my birthday present this year, is over and he's now on the way to Mercury, and if I had my midpoint book here I'd look up what it means to have Jupiter at the midpoint of those two symbols, although why I have to look it up when here I am tapping away at the keyboard and trying to fill in some of the details of the past three weeks I don't know.
So - Jupiter to the Sun had me in England after a week in Spain with my two sisters for the, er, UK premiere of Soldiering On, which was overshadowed slightly in the media by the running of the Grand National in the afternoon. Having seen a rehearsal three days before and been slightly horrified, the only thing to do was put money on State of Play, and thanks to a savvier punter than me I did it each way instead of to win. Don't ask me what that means but the horse came in fourth and I won 46 pounds. This success was followed by winning the raffle at the theatre - a bottle of red wine I promptly gave to my nephew - and then a enthusiastic reception for the play, although of course I have a feeling that ANYTHING that followed Duck Variations would get a rapturous reception. (Lightbulb moment - that description of what I did with the bottle of red wine sets off a little bell in my head, so apologies if I've said it before. Perhaps all of this is repetition and I should stop right now.)
What isn't repetition is that Saturn was square my natal nodes for the duration of this holiday, and I found myself copyediting for four days of the vacation while staying with my family, natal nodes of course in Cancer and Capricorn. Enough - Star Child needs dinner.
Jupiter to the Sun, my birthday present this year, is over and he's now on the way to Mercury, and if I had my midpoint book here I'd look up what it means to have Jupiter at the midpoint of those two symbols, although why I have to look it up when here I am tapping away at the keyboard and trying to fill in some of the details of the past three weeks I don't know.
So - Jupiter to the Sun had me in England after a week in Spain with my two sisters for the, er, UK premiere of Soldiering On, which was overshadowed slightly in the media by the running of the Grand National in the afternoon. Having seen a rehearsal three days before and been slightly horrified, the only thing to do was put money on State of Play, and thanks to a savvier punter than me I did it each way instead of to win. Don't ask me what that means but the horse came in fourth and I won 46 pounds. This success was followed by winning the raffle at the theatre - a bottle of red wine I promptly gave to my nephew - and then a enthusiastic reception for the play, although of course I have a feeling that ANYTHING that followed Duck Variations would get a rapturous reception. (Lightbulb moment - that description of what I did with the bottle of red wine sets off a little bell in my head, so apologies if I've said it before. Perhaps all of this is repetition and I should stop right now.)
What isn't repetition is that Saturn was square my natal nodes for the duration of this holiday, and I found myself copyediting for four days of the vacation while staying with my family, natal nodes of course in Cancer and Capricorn. Enough - Star Child needs dinner.
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