Aries 20° (April 10)
I read yesterday’s entry and it pains me and I cringe at the same time. It’s so obvious how hurt I am but really I just sound bitter. But, even for that, I must forgive myself. I am not perfect or blameless in most situations but if one stays in the hurt nothing will ever change; by the same token I think it is important to be vulnerable and honest about ones feelings. If I were any kind of dimestore guru (which I am half the time), I would mask my vulnerabilities. Blame is the premier sympton thereof. Good for Virgo. I am starting to feel some kind of flow on the book writing side of things. Anyway t’will all be fine; we shall make it so. I have already been the bigger person. I always forgive. I’m the one who reaches out with the olive branch always, even to a fault. So I really don’t have anything to feel bad about. Everybody has there reasons for doing the stupid things that they do. And when it comes to Taurus people, for instance, it always comes down to vanity and vaingloriousness. I’ve always loved that word. I think I take this opportunity to know what I know, to keep my head low (i.e. power through) and stop worrying about the world around me. I will continue to reach out and send love and all the rest of it; I needn’t mind what comes back. This is something a Libra must learn.
Anyway I woke up at 3:14 this morning after going to bed at nearly 11, but instead of just lying there I got up to get out of me what was keeping me awake. I already feel better although it is two and one-half hours later and here I am, still, having written a mere paragraph. Little matter. My head is getting sorted, between sneaks online for whether Melisandre will return to Winterfell or random listings on Zillow. The birds started in at 4:30 and now the cars are revving up on the road. I heard a fisher cat last night and I awoke from a dream about two ferocious felines on the bit of lawn between our old house and barn, which I had two cross, with two companions, one of whom was S., I believe, and one a younger girl, blonde I think. I ushered them along as I kept the big cats at bay with I think a towel or a blanket. It was clear I was going to be attacked by these animals and clawed and gnawed to death so I woke up. The cats were tabby I remembered in the bathroom which immediately recalled visiting a friend with two domestic versions.
Maybe I was somehow traumatized by that trip? I don’t think so, although it could be a sadness over missing our house as our visit was to a friend’s new abode. That friend had once visited us at ours, some twelve or so years ago, so perhaps that is the dream code on that one cracked. Not so deep after all. Anyway, my dreams have been crazy vivid of late; and I’m going to chalk that up to a bunch of things, a certain positive withdrawal from toxic relationships and my self-deriving thoughts on that and any number of subjects. I don’t know folks. What can I say? It helps to write these things down and, really, to be writing my way toward my successes. I have a pretty clear grasp of what should happen these next few years. And, one way or another, I will not only survive or succeed, I will surpass my own expectations (which are the only ones that truly matter).
Already today we had a meeting about business structure in regard to budget flow; a reconceptualizing of the consultancy moving forard; and a bit of creative brainstorming on overall design of both the company and the collection, on the product end. And I’ve also made a realistic schedule for getting things in motion on the new book proposal I’m working on and subsequent roll-out info. It’s still so early in the morning and if I can spend the next two hours rejigging some of the book chapter introductions for next year’s horoscopes then you, Dear Reader will be the first to see that. Dare I say this process might actually end up being a bit of fun?
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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