Well I’m beginning to settle in and make myself at home here—I’ve learned to navigate around pretty well and to make the tools work for me. I’ve definitely seen more artistic looking sites, but I’ll get around to blog décor as time goes on. I have been focused, in these beginning days, on getting some of my writing out there (or in here) and on developing a daily writing practice.
I’m some days torn between keeping up a conversation with the various people I’ve met so far--and pursuing my own writing ideas. I’ll probably do a little of both, so if you come here hungry for interaction, not necessarily with me, but with others who may be commenting, and you see one of my prose pieces on top, I invite you to scroll down. You may find just one or two entries down, a piece that is more light weight or to your interest.
There are many subjects I’d like to introduce here and elaborate upon, perhaps drawing others into thinking and talking about, but I don’t want to have such a diverse spread of topics that it begins to seem chaotic. Apparently it works well in building a group of readers when you have a theme that can be counted upon. People do like the comfortable feeling of familiarity and predictability. Right?
So maybe if I just list the various subjects or areas I’d like to develop here, then you who come could depend on finding at least one of those topics to be the subject or the material of that day’s post. Does that sound like a deal?
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OK, so the topic areas will be current events with links of interest (which may just be those in my life, or it may be my take on something going on “out there”); the emotional and sexual side of relationships (attitudes about Love, Sex, and Money); how to manifest your desires using the moon phases for your guide (which will incorporate some of the current astrological aspects, giving you a head’s up about the climate surrounding the success of your project); my own personal life exploration, hopefully written in a way that might be helpful to you for your own personal evolution; then, not to neglect my enjoyment of poetic release, an area of poetry or poetic prose.
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How’s that for a little organization?
Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts
Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
Passions out of Sync? - Venus and the Full Moon
How about that full moon last night, bloggers? Grand and pulsingly radiant was that golden orb on the horizon as it rose in a cracking clear sky (at last) here in Houston. Quite potent in the reflection of that Leo Sun, I’d say. So much so that I was somewhat intoxicated on my lone walk last night through the dark tree shadows along my thick woodsy trail. There was no fellow walker’s conversation or foot-falls to distract me or diminish the power of its attraction on me in any way.
I walked last night for my increase in potency, passion, pleasure, and respect—for joy, as I committed to you that I would at the time of the new moon. Actually I affirmed that on the crescent moon with all of you who focused in meditation during the Fire the Grid endeavor to fill the global consciousness grids with the flame of joyful purpose. And so I am not surprised at the quality of this Aquarian moon’s energetic presence—it was almost difficult to look upon without feeling quite overwhelmed.
As I told you in my “Summertime” post where I revealed the off-beat passions present both in my back yard and in the national news, I haven’t been sure whether to attribute these quirky mating rituals to climate change or Venus going retrograde the day before in Virgo, a few degrees from the cusp of Leo. And that remains unclear to me at this juncture. I must consider that Saturn and Neptune, at the same time, continue their oppositional dance flanked aggressively by Mars, demonstrating some of his own brand of sensuality.
But, certainly, Mercury trine quirky Uranus, having picked up some momentum in slogging through Cancer’s emotional seas is adding to the overall psychic atmosphere of these phenomena. In addition, I have to say, the bride thing just seems so Virgo to me! (Actually, Virgo does represent the Bride, Bridget/Brigid, before she surrenders her sovereignty into the marriage bond in Libra.) *sigh*
Nevertheless, the retrograde period of Venus from now until September the 8th should bring us some time for clear reflection upon our passions of the past, though I don’t expect they will all be recollections of quirky, out-of-time, sad, or aggressive relationships. Do, however, recognize, my friends, that they are reflections of relationships you are no longer “in”! It’s a good time to both honor those relationships, foul or fair, and recall what their consequences have been for you. You may now commit to live with those results, using them to plan for a more pleasurable and potent relationship future.
This recognition will become clearer as Venus retrogrades back into Leo and forms a conjunction with Saturn (August 13th). It may also be a good time for you to reflect upon how your relationship with your opposite sex parent (or both parents) has affected your sense of personal attractiveness in terms of your potential for pleasure with intimate partners. I know a well-loved daughter, the apple of her father’s eye and the chest busting out pride of her mother who exudes self-confidence in her beauty and worth, and attracts men like flies. So, you see what I mean, bloggers?
As we go into the waning phase of this moon cycle, let us make meaning of what we have received in the experience of this full moon, enjoy and revel in its gift, and disseminate its joy to all our relations! In short time we will be gathering up the harvest (last quarter moon, August 5th at 4:19 pm CDT), storing what needs storing, and setting aside in good faith what will be used in the next cycle of manifestation.
I walked last night for my increase in potency, passion, pleasure, and respect—for joy, as I committed to you that I would at the time of the new moon. Actually I affirmed that on the crescent moon with all of you who focused in meditation during the Fire the Grid endeavor to fill the global consciousness grids with the flame of joyful purpose. And so I am not surprised at the quality of this Aquarian moon’s energetic presence—it was almost difficult to look upon without feeling quite overwhelmed.
As I told you in my “Summertime” post where I revealed the off-beat passions present both in my back yard and in the national news, I haven’t been sure whether to attribute these quirky mating rituals to climate change or Venus going retrograde the day before in Virgo, a few degrees from the cusp of Leo. And that remains unclear to me at this juncture. I must consider that Saturn and Neptune, at the same time, continue their oppositional dance flanked aggressively by Mars, demonstrating some of his own brand of sensuality.
But, certainly, Mercury trine quirky Uranus, having picked up some momentum in slogging through Cancer’s emotional seas is adding to the overall psychic atmosphere of these phenomena. In addition, I have to say, the bride thing just seems so Virgo to me! (Actually, Virgo does represent the Bride, Bridget/Brigid, before she surrenders her sovereignty into the marriage bond in Libra.) *sigh*
Nevertheless, the retrograde period of Venus from now until September the 8th should bring us some time for clear reflection upon our passions of the past, though I don’t expect they will all be recollections of quirky, out-of-time, sad, or aggressive relationships. Do, however, recognize, my friends, that they are reflections of relationships you are no longer “in”! It’s a good time to both honor those relationships, foul or fair, and recall what their consequences have been for you. You may now commit to live with those results, using them to plan for a more pleasurable and potent relationship future.
This recognition will become clearer as Venus retrogrades back into Leo and forms a conjunction with Saturn (August 13th). It may also be a good time for you to reflect upon how your relationship with your opposite sex parent (or both parents) has affected your sense of personal attractiveness in terms of your potential for pleasure with intimate partners. I know a well-loved daughter, the apple of her father’s eye and the chest busting out pride of her mother who exudes self-confidence in her beauty and worth, and attracts men like flies. So, you see what I mean, bloggers?
As we go into the waning phase of this moon cycle, let us make meaning of what we have received in the experience of this full moon, enjoy and revel in its gift, and disseminate its joy to all our relations! In short time we will be gathering up the harvest (last quarter moon, August 5th at 4:19 pm CDT), storing what needs storing, and setting aside in good faith what will be used in the next cycle of manifestation.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Summertime
“Summertime,
And the livin’ is easy,
Fish are jumpin’
And the cotton is high—
Your daddy’s rich,
And your mama’s good lookin’,
So hush, little baby,
Don’t you cry.”
Yes, bloggers, summer is high, and de-e-p [sotto voce gone bass and drawn out hypnotically] at this time in the seasonal cycle. Sitting out by my lily pond today at high noon, I couldn’t get a better take on that. Though it’s much cooler than usual at this time of year here in Houston because of the unusual amount of rain we’ve been having, the sun came out strong to bear down on my shade-friendly white shoulders (not that I’m a southern magnolia flowah, but I do have that indoor skin more familiar with the monitor light of my ‘puter), and pull my attention to all the high-life going on before me.
The first thing I noted is my only remaining gold goldfish (since the debacle some of you may remember), who is also the smallest, and clearly now, the only female, was being battered about by my two feisty and richly winged inky-black males. (Actually one of them has a gold mouth and will probably become all gold during his lifetime, as I have seen others do, born inky and invisible in the darker waters.) Anyway, earlier in the day on my tour of the pond, I had seen her, the gold one, lying close to the surface in the shallow watery embrace of a lily pad—quiet, still, and seemingly close to death.
At that time, I left her to her fate, but later, seeing commotion on the pond’s surface from my living room window, I went back outside, and that’s when I became apprised of the chasing and battering. She first would be batted sideways, exposing shiny scales and one eye to the sky, then, as she looped wildly in a dive, would be hit again one way, then another by the two larger males flanking her. The attempted escapes would take her skittering clear across the pond’s surface like a skipping rock, where she would suddenly arrive as if she’d slipped through a worm-hole, but her pursuers would be right upon her before I could catch my breath.
Now, as I sat lazily in the sun, pond-side, I realized (because I’d earlier examined her for any damage) that they were doing their very aggressive mating dance, even though spring’s long gone, and the cooler days of fall have not yet arrived. Then, in grand redundance, I noticed two enormous iridescent blue-bodied dragonflies stuck together as they are when mating, one’s tail inserted at the back of the other’s head, while the latter dips her tail agilely into the water dotting the surface near the lily pads. I began to wonder if the life stream in my back yard had been fooled into re-gearing their bio-rhythms for responding as if the year were further along than it truly is.
Other mating anomalies I noticed this morning were in my morning news feed. A bride in Brooklyn decked in full wedding regalia was found sleeping on the ledge above the door of a Park Slope brownstone (first reported in the July 21st “Brooklyn Paper”. She was awakened and removed by police called to the scene by worried residents, but was speechless except for her “squeal” when officers tried to separate her from her teddy bear purse containing the Tiffany wedding ring. Maybe she had also misjudged the timing?
Whether to attribute these quirky mating rituals to climate change or Venus going retrograde yesterday in Virgo near the cusp of Leo (while Saturn and Neptune continue on the other side of their oppositional dance and are flanked by Mars showing his own sensual and aggressive mating behaviour), remains unclear to me at this juncture. But I won’t bore you bloggers with astrological details you don’t comprehend. I’ll save that for another post that goes to the astrologically acclimated.
Nevertheless, the retrograde period of Venus from now until September the 8th should bring us some time for clear reflection upon our passions of the past, though I don’t expect they will all be recollections of quirky, out-of-time, sad, or aggressive relationships. But do recognize, my friends, they are relationships you are no longer in! And I have to say, the bride-thing just seems so Virgo to me, anyway! (Actually, Virgo does represent the Bride, Bridget/Brigid , before she surrenders her sovereignty into the marriage bond in Libra.) *sigh*
A poem from several years ago seems to fit in here, so I'll insert it:
In the Garden
I am the girl who likes to play
The game of love how e’re I may
There are no rules in love and war
No limits there, no holds to bar
I claim my freedom and my youth
My Victory, my Self, my Truth
In the garden of my Father’s world
I am a carefree, nascent girl
The boy next door whose strong young arms
And body make me feel so warm
Stealthily stretches tight his bow
I watch his muscles roll and flow
And breathlessly I fall in bond
Though he may be of me but fond
While swimming in the waters deep
It’s hard for me my heart to keep
The sparkling bass flash, colors fly,
The sky reflected in my eyes
Has blinded me from deep blue cold
In piercing eyes that are so bold
Oh, Mars and Venus, you are still young
Your Soul’s sweet song has not been sung
In your Mother’s forest play
Grow up to Love another day
December 5, 2004
And the livin’ is easy,
Fish are jumpin’
And the cotton is high—
Your daddy’s rich,
And your mama’s good lookin’,
So hush, little baby,
Don’t you cry.”
Yes, bloggers, summer is high, and de-e-p [sotto voce gone bass and drawn out hypnotically] at this time in the seasonal cycle. Sitting out by my lily pond today at high noon, I couldn’t get a better take on that. Though it’s much cooler than usual at this time of year here in Houston because of the unusual amount of rain we’ve been having, the sun came out strong to bear down on my shade-friendly white shoulders (not that I’m a southern magnolia flowah, but I do have that indoor skin more familiar with the monitor light of my ‘puter), and pull my attention to all the high-life going on before me.
The first thing I noted is my only remaining gold goldfish (since the debacle some of you may remember), who is also the smallest, and clearly now, the only female, was being battered about by my two feisty and richly winged inky-black males. (Actually one of them has a gold mouth and will probably become all gold during his lifetime, as I have seen others do, born inky and invisible in the darker waters.) Anyway, earlier in the day on my tour of the pond, I had seen her, the gold one, lying close to the surface in the shallow watery embrace of a lily pad—quiet, still, and seemingly close to death.
At that time, I left her to her fate, but later, seeing commotion on the pond’s surface from my living room window, I went back outside, and that’s when I became apprised of the chasing and battering. She first would be batted sideways, exposing shiny scales and one eye to the sky, then, as she looped wildly in a dive, would be hit again one way, then another by the two larger males flanking her. The attempted escapes would take her skittering clear across the pond’s surface like a skipping rock, where she would suddenly arrive as if she’d slipped through a worm-hole, but her pursuers would be right upon her before I could catch my breath.
Now, as I sat lazily in the sun, pond-side, I realized (because I’d earlier examined her for any damage) that they were doing their very aggressive mating dance, even though spring’s long gone, and the cooler days of fall have not yet arrived. Then, in grand redundance, I noticed two enormous iridescent blue-bodied dragonflies stuck together as they are when mating, one’s tail inserted at the back of the other’s head, while the latter dips her tail agilely into the water dotting the surface near the lily pads. I began to wonder if the life stream in my back yard had been fooled into re-gearing their bio-rhythms for responding as if the year were further along than it truly is.
Other mating anomalies I noticed this morning were in my morning news feed. A bride in Brooklyn decked in full wedding regalia was found sleeping on the ledge above the door of a Park Slope brownstone (first reported in the July 21st “Brooklyn Paper”. She was awakened and removed by police called to the scene by worried residents, but was speechless except for her “squeal” when officers tried to separate her from her teddy bear purse containing the Tiffany wedding ring. Maybe she had also misjudged the timing?
Whether to attribute these quirky mating rituals to climate change or Venus going retrograde yesterday in Virgo near the cusp of Leo (while Saturn and Neptune continue on the other side of their oppositional dance and are flanked by Mars showing his own sensual and aggressive mating behaviour), remains unclear to me at this juncture. But I won’t bore you bloggers with astrological details you don’t comprehend. I’ll save that for another post that goes to the astrologically acclimated.
Nevertheless, the retrograde period of Venus from now until September the 8th should bring us some time for clear reflection upon our passions of the past, though I don’t expect they will all be recollections of quirky, out-of-time, sad, or aggressive relationships. But do recognize, my friends, they are relationships you are no longer in! And I have to say, the bride-thing just seems so Virgo to me, anyway! (Actually, Virgo does represent the Bride, Bridget/Brigid , before she surrenders her sovereignty into the marriage bond in Libra.) *sigh*
A poem from several years ago seems to fit in here, so I'll insert it:
In the Garden
I am the girl who likes to play
The game of love how e’re I may
There are no rules in love and war
No limits there, no holds to bar
I claim my freedom and my youth
My Victory, my Self, my Truth
In the garden of my Father’s world
I am a carefree, nascent girl
The boy next door whose strong young arms
And body make me feel so warm
Stealthily stretches tight his bow
I watch his muscles roll and flow
And breathlessly I fall in bond
Though he may be of me but fond
While swimming in the waters deep
It’s hard for me my heart to keep
The sparkling bass flash, colors fly,
The sky reflected in my eyes
Has blinded me from deep blue cold
In piercing eyes that are so bold
Oh, Mars and Venus, you are still young
Your Soul’s sweet song has not been sung
In your Mother’s forest play
Grow up to Love another day
December 5, 2004
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