Have to be careful with this one.
Finding myself getting quite strident whenever I talk to someone about the disgrace for a human being currently holding televised campaign rallies for a couple of hours a day in guise of informative briefings on COVID-19.
Monday, April 20, 2020
Sunday, April 19, 2020
Venus conjunct Sun
Blimey, what a relief this was.
Played around with my neglected houseplants in the morning and then a clandestine trip in the afternoon to meet friends who REALLY live in the country - so much better than bashing myself over the head for two days because I can't draw like Picasso while I was attempting a self-portrait for my online life drawing class.
Played around with my neglected houseplants in the morning and then a clandestine trip in the afternoon to meet friends who REALLY live in the country - so much better than bashing myself over the head for two days because I can't draw like Picasso while I was attempting a self-portrait for my online life drawing class.
Friday, April 17, 2020
Pluto to the Midheaven Really Exact
I may have mentioned I'm a Twelfth House Sun with Mercury and Venus there as well and a South Node in Capricorn in the Ninth. There again I might not have, so to make this anecdote make sense for any astrologers who might be reading it I have to make sure that's understood.
OK, I take a drawing class last semester and by a twist of fate the drawings me and my fellow students produced are to be organized into an exhibition at the local University Museum and we are to stand by our drawings at the opening and do whatever artists do at openings. I wouldn't know. It's a first for me.
The date chosen for the opening of the exhibition (which is to hang for two months) is one day off the day Pluto is exactly on my Midheaven. Pretty good, I think, for something that has had 75 years to play itself out.
Along comes Covid-19. Exhibition cancelled.
Pluto to the Midheaven continued: I am a dilettante playwright and to go along with my South Node in Capricorn I maintain a membership in the Dramatists Guild although the last time I had a play produced was in 2011. A few weeks ago, the Guild sent out a challenge for any member wishing to participate to write a two-character play about any subject of our choosing in 150 words. The deadline was the next day.
A pretty low bar. I decided I could do it, did it and sent it in before the deadline. Me and about 650 other people managed to stick to the given conventions. The Guild then organized, in alphabetical order by playwright, a week of readings of the plays, 60 or 70 a night, and sent the individual playwrights an invitation to a zoom meeting for the night his or her play was to be read, each program beginning at 7:30 pm.
The art class I signed up for this semester - figure drawing - is now online (don't ask) and on the night my play was to be read - when Pluto was exactly on my midheaven, I joined in the drawing class zoom meeting, asking to be excused at 7:15 pm, left the meeting and went over to the Guild zoom site to listen to my play.
I live now in New Mexico. The Guild, as I know, is based in New York. New York is two hours ahead of New Mexico. The meeting was over when I went to join it - a perfect astrological manifestation of a Twelfth House Sun with transiting Pluto on the midheaven. Beat it if you can.
I do get four more goes though.
OK, I take a drawing class last semester and by a twist of fate the drawings me and my fellow students produced are to be organized into an exhibition at the local University Museum and we are to stand by our drawings at the opening and do whatever artists do at openings. I wouldn't know. It's a first for me.
The date chosen for the opening of the exhibition (which is to hang for two months) is one day off the day Pluto is exactly on my Midheaven. Pretty good, I think, for something that has had 75 years to play itself out.
Along comes Covid-19. Exhibition cancelled.
Pluto to the Midheaven continued: I am a dilettante playwright and to go along with my South Node in Capricorn I maintain a membership in the Dramatists Guild although the last time I had a play produced was in 2011. A few weeks ago, the Guild sent out a challenge for any member wishing to participate to write a two-character play about any subject of our choosing in 150 words. The deadline was the next day.
A pretty low bar. I decided I could do it, did it and sent it in before the deadline. Me and about 650 other people managed to stick to the given conventions. The Guild then organized, in alphabetical order by playwright, a week of readings of the plays, 60 or 70 a night, and sent the individual playwrights an invitation to a zoom meeting for the night his or her play was to be read, each program beginning at 7:30 pm.
The art class I signed up for this semester - figure drawing - is now online (don't ask) and on the night my play was to be read - when Pluto was exactly on my midheaven, I joined in the drawing class zoom meeting, asking to be excused at 7:15 pm, left the meeting and went over to the Guild zoom site to listen to my play.
I live now in New Mexico. The Guild, as I know, is based in New York. New York is two hours ahead of New Mexico. The meeting was over when I went to join it - a perfect astrological manifestation of a Twelfth House Sun with transiting Pluto on the midheaven. Beat it if you can.
I do get four more goes though.
Wednesday, April 15, 2020
Pluto to the Midheaven Exact
Well, actually it's not - it's tomorrow early in the afternoon, so I suppose I should wait till then for the final report.
In the meantime, I had a very nice day watering the garden till I got fed up, trying to draw the self portrait that's my homework for my online Life Drawing class at NMWU, and generally *wasting*
away the rest of the day.
I have a feeling that the Universe is off by about twelve hours, but I'll wait till tomorrow to place my bet.
In the meantime, I had a very nice day watering the garden till I got fed up, trying to draw the self portrait that's my homework for my online Life Drawing class at NMWU, and generally *wasting*
away the rest of the day.
I have a feeling that the Universe is off by about twelve hours, but I'll wait till tomorrow to place my bet.
Tuesday, April 14, 2020
Pluto to the Midheaven l
My big day tomorrow this - the real reason I've been looking forward to 2020 ever since I realized what was going to happen in it. Pluto, Saturn, Jupiter, Mars - all whizzing around my 24 Capricorn 59 Midheaven with a couple coming back for extended visits.
To an Aries Twelfth House with a South Node in Capricorn in the 9th it was - was - was - well I didn't think I was going to get famous or anything after living in total obscurity for 75 years (actually I did but no one reads this anyway) but I knew enough about astrology to know SOMETHING was going to happen and it had to do with me being in the public eye.
Living where I do, on a dead end off a dead end four miles from a small town that time forgot down in the unheralded corner of a southwestern state (don't ask), it's been an intriguing position to imagine myself in.
I could just go to Walmart and march around the parking lot with a sign saying "Anyone But Trump" and that would do it but I'm far too lazy (cowardly, actually, but I think lazy sounds better).
And of course the icing on the cake is the solitary confinement self-isolation I've been under for the past 30 days, very fitting for the Twelfth House but not so great when the Midheaven is involved.
And yet - something is a-stirring. I'm on here again, for a start, and I'm going to leave it right there for now. The Perils-of-Pauline part comes tomorrow when 75 years and six days of me living on Earth shows me what I've done.
P.S. I get four more chances.
To an Aries Twelfth House with a South Node in Capricorn in the 9th it was - was - was - well I didn't think I was going to get famous or anything after living in total obscurity for 75 years (actually I did but no one reads this anyway) but I knew enough about astrology to know SOMETHING was going to happen and it had to do with me being in the public eye.
Living where I do, on a dead end off a dead end four miles from a small town that time forgot down in the unheralded corner of a southwestern state (don't ask), it's been an intriguing position to imagine myself in.
I could just go to Walmart and march around the parking lot with a sign saying "Anyone But Trump" and that would do it but I'm far too lazy (cowardly, actually, but I think lazy sounds better).
And of course the icing on the cake is the solitary confinement self-isolation I've been under for the past 30 days, very fitting for the Twelfth House but not so great when the Midheaven is involved.
And yet - something is a-stirring. I'm on here again, for a start, and I'm going to leave it right there for now. The Perils-of-Pauline part comes tomorrow when 75 years and six days of me living on Earth shows me what I've done.
P.S. I get four more chances.
Monday, April 13, 2020
Neptune Opposed to Jupiter
It's a good thing this peaked a week ago today as I was getting way too fond of a relaxation aid round about midday, a shandy or two about four in the afternoon and then maybe half a lorazepam to get me to sleep.
Stone cold sober for the past two days and enjoying the feeling.
Stone cold sober for the past two days and enjoying the feeling.
Monday, April 6, 2020
Typo!
First post I've managed on here in years and there's a typo. Proofreader, heal thyself. With Neptune opposed to Jupiter, though, exact today, please may I be excused?
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