The other thing in my morning ritual is to read one or two professional astrologers (not the newspaper ones) to gather the tenor of the day. Most of the time, that keeps me from becoming overly cantankerous on those days when aspects are challenging. Today was a full moon.
I often check Spaceweather.com as the sun is prone to send fierce solar storms or glancing coronal mass ejections our way without the least provocation. I need to know these things. Seldom, however, do I laugh right out loud. Today I did.
One of the people I read is Henry Seltzer. He has a Linguistics degree and studied Computer Science and went to MIT. And he’s had a long interest in Jungian psychological symbolism. As have I. All to say, I trust his wisdom.
If you click on the above jpeg, you’ll see the chart bigger and even if you don’t, it’s easy to see: stuff is piled up in one section or our solar system.
(Appropriate to the times, I was interrupted in the middle of this to go do something else only to discover I had two of what my son was installing and neither of them did what I wanted them to do. I grow old, I wear my pants legs rolled…..T.S. Elliot)
So. We all know life’s been a little nuts….(a little? I hear you say…) so what Seltzer wrote this morning may not bring a surprise but rather, as it did to me, an out loud laugh in recognition.
Saturn represents structure, and remains in square with numinous Neptune, an aspect that was highlighted in the timing of the New Moon two weeks past. This constitutes another potent symbol for this month’s astrology, indicating that things are in a somewhat nebulous state, with confusion about the way that the very structure of our lives could be morphing with reckless abandon, versus our diminishing capability to keep holding on. (bold emphasis is mine)
And that about says it all. A somewhat nebulous (read wacko) state…? Check.
lives…morphing with reckless abandon…? Check.
our diminishing capability to keep holding on…? Check.
This morning my plan was to work on the memoir all afternoon. It’s now 6 pm and I’m now getting to the writing room, to write, instead, the absurdity of making plans. Something else needed doing earlier this afternoon, which entailed several details and email and messages to board members to get the right language for completing said task. It’s completed. That task, not the memoir.
And so we go. Ca-rooming from one thing to another. Or at least I do. Ends flailing about madly, in reckless abandon.
It could be worse.