Taurus 13° (May 2)

 

I left off yesterday with Shonda Rimes. She has a set of IVF twins. I’ll come back to that. Woke up when I woke up. I’ve been very dry in the night. We are in a ritual state of sorts. (I want to remind myself about applying “the magic of living” to everything you’re doing and devise steps to go even deeper. Not sequitors: We are the witches, the real ones. We are the New England witches. “a suburb of Salem”; is there going to be a point to even living near a city? There will be more to add to this parenthesis though I shall end it for now.) So, it is suddenly Spring, for real. There is something about a season’s effect on your behavior. I was not going to pre-think or do it at all. I was going to go from one sense to another (this is Taurus time after all) so I left bed and headed to where the coffee was, which was in the salon. The last thing I wanted was food for awhile. I feel actually fine and I’m going to stick with that sense.I always found the title Sense and Sensibility to be bidirectional. Quinn Cox: Bi Directional. Too much? Probablement.

At coffee this morning I am informed that Nançoise and Gee are making another appearance. They will have a picnic and then go to the beach. I’m making chicken stock, roasting red peppers for soup, sautéing onion, celery and carrot and also making a salad for lunch of cucumber, feta and cherry tomato, with oregano and mint. S. will eat her portion outside with the gerls, I will sit alone in the salon. The outdoor shower is on. All the screens have been washed. The house is being spring-cleaned and all the windows can now be open. It is that day. And I will even get a chance, while they are on the beach to strip off and sit in a beach chair and air all my pahts

The Cosmic Blague (blog on the website) will be one thing and then I think I should do a weekly comedic thing. We have this basement which I can clean and light. I am a minimalist, I am not stuff-y, get it. I’m already on a pretty tight schedule which is fine. I’m just so grateful that we have returned to spring. I might be able to make a purchase tomorrow which is pretty great. In fact, I wouldn’t mind very much writing myself a check this week for petty cash reimbursement, I’m probably owed so much at this point. I need to get a day of finances into the schedule next week. You don’t knoeed to know any of this. I haven’t been able to be clever yet, I will make it my goal in the coming weeks to figure that out. We are going to have a lovely dinner of roasted salmon with shallot and tarragon, some asparagus in mint, and roasted new potatoes. There is more lemon curd pie for desert. It will be my responsibility not to get depressed during this time. I will be doing my daily yoga again starting Monday cannot wait. I miss my studio practice and the peeps there who were so kind and embracing.

There is lots of magic in the air right now I just have to keep on keeping on. We took a little drive and there are too many cars on the road. People are really freaking out in Provincetown especially, but it will be the same everywhere on the Cape because this is where everybody comes, from all over, starting now. Living in this tourist environment simply means more virus in the air. And, without much relief in sight, we ill have to get used to the whole process. I think of people who have built immunity to this thing (am I one of them—many people who’ve had it never develop symptoms) and feel ready and willing to get on with life; and I think of Sweden; but the truth of the matter is that we need to need to stay distanced from one another for as long as we can this first time out because the next time it shows its head, in the Fall or if and when it follows a seasonal pattern, we are not going to have the luxury of any kind of shut down. People will have to power through and more will die. Those of us who survive will be all the stronger for it, having amassed the requisite antibodies, et al. Anyway, tonight we are going to drink wine and hang out and enjoy the Springiness while it is here. The cherry blossoms are abuzz with bumble bees and the birds are talkative overhead. The wind is whistling but not enough to drown out the increasing woosh of cars going by. I don’t love living on so busy a road and I look very much forward to the greener pastures which are now in wait for us. Trying to love everybody, but it aint fucking easy.

The following blocks of texs are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 211-15  I am reading through all my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, but the time I get to my seventh, I will have through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize:

So here I am in the south of France which will sound very glamorous which it is in some ways. Meanwhile, I’ve been working constantly, getting writing projects along with Starsky + Cox and Afterglow business mapped out for the year ahead. The Fall is always my most ambitious time, business-wise, and I find it’s not in conflict with travel but rather I gain the right kind of persepctive on issues that seem to crowd me when I’m back at home. Something about flying away and working on things in a different landscape from a different level of consciousness naturally prioritizes not only what needs to be done next but what new direction life should take. Along with this detachment also comes the realization of who are the radiators and who are the drains in ones life, a metaphor borrowed from a London friend of mine. If you’ve been paying attention I divide people into those who celebrate and those who tolerate. I find this is one polarity that remains rather black and white; although radiators can be drains or vice versa, but mainly they stay in one camp. I find that travel gives me a perspective on this particular issue as well. Being away makes me want to return to my usual surroundings to live life in a new way.

There are always things too that are better about Europe (or anywhere) than about America and the inverse is also true. And what is considered good or better also shifts like the sands of Cape Cod or the Mediterranean. The trick is to alight on that which remains true north in our experience and to channel energy into that which makes us most happy. I don’t like moving sideways in life although I am aware that is how much of the momentum manifests. And I’m not one to push to make things happen (despite what donors to my non-profit arts company might think); I”m more about helping the pieces ease into place at this point. And removing any square pegs from the pile before I start doing so.

 

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol may at times be one degree higher than the one listed here. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365/6 days per year—so they nearly, but not exactly, correlate.

 

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