So. Saturn's about to cross my mid-heaven.
What does that mean? Well, the textbook answer means I'm about shift gears with my most public face, which in most stories turns out to be one's career. You know the script: you suddenly get a promotion; it's a hard slog for a couple of years, but you burn the candle at both ends for months on end and turn out all buttery smooth from the heat.
Except that's not my script. No one's gonna promote me, 'cept me. And yet I know I'm due for a big shift.
So here's the admission: I'm exhausted with astrology. Don't get me wrong: I love it, and I love having this perspective of time in my hip pocket just to keep me thisside of sane. But I'm exhausted, folks. Beat flat. Don' wanna touch my astroids; could care less about the Kuiper Belt.
I blame Saturn's trip through Virgo, actually --in my very loaded ninth house, no less. ALL the big guys are piled in a heap there because I got lucky enough to be born during a once-in-a-century triple conjunction of some BIG planets.
So it's not hard to understand how this happened, really. Virgo so easily falls for the obsession, and believe me, for the last two and half years I've been obsessed with astrology. With so many intense BIG planets there, it's been an intense BIG obsession. Am ashamed to admit the people and things around me who have suffered my neglect as I pursued my passion. Yes, everyone's still alive (houseplants excepted), but I'm sure I could have, at the very least, been a better mother through this passage. Still, it's been a life-changing and life-affirming adventure. I wish I could elaborate on that, but the experience is too near and I doubt I have any perspective worth sharing yet.
So what now? I don't know. I've got a small group of very lovely and excited women to meet with tomorrow, and I'm sure we'll have a grand time. I'll be doing something I do well--teach. And self-selected students are the best sort of students.
But I have lots of other ideas. And they do feel as if they're waiting for me around a corner.
Tonto: Kemo Sabe, there's ambush ahead!
Lone Ranger: No, no...that's a bush, and they're perfectly harmless...
Art (above): Gareth Samson
