Aries 17° (April 7)
Something broke long ago in a place I can’t get to. And I spend my life trying to repair it. The truth is that I have to write the next twenty Blagues sort of all at one over the next six days. It’s like this: I got very busy with a number of projects and travel and a bunch of things hitting me all at once; and so I am now sitting here with an outline of twenty days mapped out here, dates with blank blocks, wanting to be filled in over the course of the next several days. And as I write I will let emerge some semblance of a new To Do list which I will also try to map out as I go such that I can leave the month of April feeling like a very functional person indeed. I’d like to use the month of May as a very purely creative (writing and otherwise) time. Returning to my springtime farmers hours, when I can go upstairs to my office (without freezing off body parts), where, traditionally, the true magic happens. I love the early mornings most, working from five to eight, then heading off for a walk or a yoga class the aftermath of which will take on through lunch. And then another work session in the afternoon and then maybe another outing before dinner. I am so fortunate to be in a place, literally and figuratively speaking, where I can do that. The trick is to be healthy and ahead of the proverbial eightball, always.
Budget should support lifestyle just as the opposite is true. In any case, I hope I you’ll help me get my legs as Afterglow’s Treasurer in 2019 while we continue to grow. We had our most successful Oberon series to date and there will be a fifth one with an expanded program. Also I have begun the fundraising process for Glow “A Moveable Festival” because I think that is our future. I raised $700 at an event in Boston for the new venture and will likely take the year to secure enough venues in New England to create a “circuit” for our artists. With Provincetown changing so much, and with venues being torn down and built up, and all kinds of jockeying, I can’t predict the festival proper’s exact future—though I will always endeavor represent the festival in whatever form I may—I still need to diversify. And my focus with Glow fundraising will be large (corporate) donations.
It hurts my heart a bit today (today, being relative) to think about my childhood. There is nobody with whom I come in contact who shares any kind of understanding and that is an incredibly lonely feeling sometimes. I’ll come across New Yorkers going on about Asbury Park when that town was part of my everyday life, summers, from 1971 until the late 1990s in one form or another. Far more, really than where I actually “grew up”, in Wyckoff New Jersey, where I lived year-round from 1972 to 1981, the year that marked my going off to college. My parents never wasted any time, really, yanking certain experiences—people, places or things—from my life. I say my parents but really I mean my father. To assemble the stories of my life might actually be therapeutic. I know performing them would be. But I really truly do feel that I am finally getting there in that process. All I need do is front-load my own story every day. And that means so many things.
To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. 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 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.
Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go!
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