New Moon

I forgot to tell you that we had a new moon. It was Tuesday, later in the day, 6 degrees Scorpio. It fell very close to an opposition with my sun, so I looked at my chart, and I'm having an event. That's astrologer talk, event. Okay Uranus and Saturn are close to exact opposites in the sky right now. And these opposites are falling on my north and south node. You know they're called the dragon's head and the dragon's tail—they're noting where you've come from and where you are going. So where I'm coming from in a strong authority figure in the home—the men in my life, the latest being my soon-to-be ex—and where I'm going to, the head, or the north node in Pisces in the house of career—where Uranus is transiting right now. So I'm thinking it is right, all that is happening for me. I know they say there are no mistakes, but sometimes in the midst of change, everything seems like a mistake. Perhaps when we walk toward our destiny, our feet dig in—but can we turn back? I don't think so.

Everything I ask for I receive—that is how the universe works. This is baffling to me in some ways, because that means I also get what I don't want. So I want a new man, or I want some help in the garden, how about a new art form. All these things show up. What about money? I guess it is showing up too. So maybe it is just the viewer we look through. Maybe it's there like Columbus's ships on the horizon, but we can't see it, because we haven't gotten it in our brains that it's possible or actual. I want it to be possible to thrive in my life. I wasn't taught this growing up. I was taught to do what I was told, and to be silent about the abuse. Now I have a lot to say about abuse, but you'll have to read more about that in my book. Or books. But anyway, switching to a new mind frame takes some work. I'm working on it, are you?

Okay the garden, I have a plan. Leaves—yeah, yeah, I know I'm repeating myself. So how about tilling? I've read it is better to just turn over the soil with a shovel, to not till it. It goes too deeply into the ground when you use a tiller. I like those tiny rototillers, but I don't have access to one. I'm still an outsider in the community garden—the weedy girl outsider—better change my thought here. We'll see what happens next year if I do.

Got to get showered and to the office/coffee shop where I write.

Ciao! Flower