Admittedly, my Virgo Mercury is an asset: it worries about every “i” that doesn’t get dotted, every “t” that doesn’t get crossed. And although the conjunction to Venus allows me to makes love to words and allows words to make love to me, almost every other close aspect is a square. To Mars, to Neptune, to the Moon. Annoy me, I lash out verbally; give me a moment, I drift into fantasy; and easily provoked, I rush into a torrent of words at the drop of a hat. My glasses give people the impression that I am an intellectual, much as I try to convince them that I don’t have the staying power or the probing-into-deeply of the true scholar.
But age brings its own rewards. Self-acceptance is the biggest gift we give ourselves. It’s like lying in bed with a lover of old standing, there is both warmth and comfort and the possibility of some pleasure. Or it’s like an old shirt acquired decades ago, that still fits, that’s still dear, that you can’t bear to throw away. Ever. But I digress. You see what I mean? ::shakes head::
It’s very unlikely you’ll ever read anything deep and masterly on my blog. But if I promise you a reluctant smile at a bad pun or a dimly perceived insight, will that please you? Will that be enough? Because that’s all I got. I’ve been meaning to write, but I don’t have very much to say. Just things like this:
Chiron’s proximity to Neptune right now is getting in the way of people becoming “comfortably numb.”
The current Venus Rx in Scorpio makes me think of this line from Francis Thompson’s Hound of Heaven, “”All things betray thee, who betrayest Me.” I have a Scorpio Moon and I think passion is its own punishment. What are the rewards? You lived deeply, didn’t you? You traced the depths and touched the highs. Ah, you have probably like me aged far sooner than you should have. What should we do? Buy yoga mats and practice detachment? That should please my ancestors who formulated a religious philosophy based on detachment and doing your duty. I’m suspecting The Geeta was written by someone with an airy moon or Moon in Capricorn. Ever notice how the Cappy Moon will talk about love using the words “investment” and “money’s worth”? You want more bang for the buck, O Goat? Why not? May the Universe oblige. ::drifts away in a Neptunian haze spewing well-meaning, vague blessings::
Talking of Neptunians, here’s what one said recently that I thought was worth sharing: “The fog of consciousness…”
Neptune transits and progressions can lead you down such strange byways that you can say along with this writer (who wrote this?), “my honor rooted in dishonor stood.”
Okay, I’m off. I’ve enjoyed this rambling very much, but Saturn’s standing there with my to-do list in his hand. And since he sits in my fifth, I can’t resist him. It’s love, I tell you, love. ::sighs happily::