Perfect Happiness

Ultimately, it’s really simple, isn’t it? To snag happiness? Someone to love, something to do. Someone who loves us, some goal to strive for. And then when the sun has dipped below the horizon, to be able to rest.

But don’t listen to me. I just had a chocolate donut, am in the middle of a delightful book and the work week has ended.

Also, the Sun, Moon, Mercury, Venus and Mars are all in Taurus. Yes, it’s really simple. If you want it to be. Go snag yourself some happiness.

Nimium Fortunatus

I have lain in the sun
I have toil’d as I might,
I have thought as I would,
And now it is night.

My bed full of sleep,
My heart full of content
For friends that I met
The way that I went.

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The Earth is Sensual

Sensual, erotic
Made to be seduced
The Earth is sensual

To get high
Is to inhale
The mingled perfume and sweat
On a shirt you left lying around

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Earth Angels: A tribute to the Earth signs

My friend Amy recently suggested I write a tribute to all the elements. I did a post on Fire signs last year, and I want to do one on Earth now. For Amy who is a Taurean and for the many of the Earth sign folk whose lives have interweaved with mine and many of who own a piece of my heart.

When I think of Earth signs, many pictures flash before my eyes… Of my Virgo friend and ex-boss with her pure profile, tidy hair, head bent studiously over a document: bringing order to chaos.  Does nursing fall under the aegis of Virgo? I’m sure it does. Do you remember the neat person with a deft touch and a minimum of fuss who stitched you up when you were a kid and fell off your bike? Did you look into their eyes? Virgo eyes are clear, bright, sane. A haven of rationality in this world that is often painfully irrational. The little girl fussing over a motherless kitten; the young boy who rescues a hurt bird and then tends quietly to injured creature’s needs. There is nothing loud about Virgo, nothing exuberant, nothing over-the-top. It’s a sign associated with seemingly dull things like “service.” The quiet people who tally our numbers, bandage our cuts, edit and proofs our text. It may not be obvious at first glance, but what they’re doing is infusing our lives with beauty with their dedication to bringing order to the myriads details that form the sum of human lives. Their actions are like lyrical poetry, but a poem that has form and substance; a poem that makes the world a place where you can have peace, where thing work well, where systems function and numbers add up. A world you can rely on. 

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