Astrology Today: Oracle for Tuesday, Dec. 18, 2012

Today’s Oracle takes us to the Cancer weekly for Feb. 25, 2005

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You have a strange relationship to luck and you’re about to be indulged in some of its nuances. In particular I think you like to take risks you don’t know you’re taking. This effectively tricks you out of worrying so much while you lure yourself into new adventures. Then you discover you’ve made decisions that work well enough and make the most of them. So there’s no need to pursue grand plans at this point. The small sincere ones will work fine including modest journeys humbly spontaneous moments and any unrehearsed activity. Let your dreams lead you particularly if they’re in different languages.

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5 thoughts on “Astrology Today: Oracle for Tuesday, Dec. 18, 2012”

  1. Thank you Pam and Gumbybug.

    I know what you mean, but my heart doesn’t feel frozen. It feels shattered. It’s not just Pickles that I’ve lost, the past 4 years have produced a seemingly non-stop list, which feels overwhelming, especially when I’m not sleeping, which is most of the time.

    Sleep and I am optimistic and can handle anything. Don’t sleep and my frame of mind spirals downward. But when I think of how many women my age are in this same boat, the gross loss of potential, functionality and experience is staggering.

  2. Dawn I had 2 cats once – a brother and a sister. The sister had terrible asthma and had to be put down. I showed her to her brother thinking it was better that he knew she wasn’t coming back, and then we buried her. He didn’t eat or wash and his ears were always at half mast. I took him twice to the vet who said get another cat. He hated cats – even bullied his sister. After 3 months I looked for kittens. I thought I’d take 2 because the shock would jolt him and they would rehome better as 2. I ended up with 2 misfit kittens. My heart was frozen like yours. i couldn’t imagine loving another cat. We brought the kittens, he was so lonely he embraced them totally. My heart was frozen. The little grey female took me on, persisted, scowled under her eyeridges, scolded, threw bags of lentils round the place like marbles underfoot, jumped from the door onto my shoulder, was always there to meet me when I came home, just loved me. Until I loved her back.

    She died in 2000 and I dreamed of her again a couple of weeks ago with wrenching recognition followed by joy: I still love her, still cry. My heart is not frozen, we have other cats – a wild (‘lynx’) Mum and her ‘three Graces’ daughters at the moment (seeking loving homes or a way to stay with us) as well as our own 2 and another cat passing through – and they are quite as unique as Holly ever was.

    Sounds like you might welcome each other you and the llasa apso?

  3. Dawn: Perhaps your heartbroken feelings are a way of your heart energy creating space for another pet and you’ve taken the time to pay attention to this. You won’t forget Pickles (promise) and you’ll know when to jump in…trust what you feel. It’ll all work out.

  4. “The small sincere ones will work fine including modest journeys humbly spontaneous moments and any unrehearsed activity.”

    Pickles has been gone 9.5 months. I still cannot call his name into the ethers without choking up. I cannot think of him, when I go to bed, or I do not sleep. And yet. I know I need to love again. At least part of me knows this. My brain knows this, and maybe, finally, my heart is beginning to know this. All this sadness is not doing me any good.

    So, the Universe seems to be complying. I got a FB message yesterday from a woman who works in a vet’s office, who’s familiar with my design work.

    This vet lives 2 houses down from me, but as we’re still new here (and I’m not a hang over the back fence kind of person), we haven’t met all the neighbors. Our postal lady has a penchant for delivering my packages to everyone else except me, and yesterday’s package was no exception.

    As we chatted a bit, I asked the Big Question, unsure, even as I spoke, whether I was *really* ready – Do you, on occasion, have pets come in for care, which need to be adopted?

    I could almost hear my husband groaning, internally. He doesn’t think I’m ready. He may well be right.

    I have looked at the shelter listings online – all cats, huge dogs and bunnies. Yes, she said. Actually she knows of an elderly couple soon having to move into assisted living, where no pets are allowed (poor judgement on the facility’s part), who is, of course, besides themselves at having to give up their pet – a Llasa Apso mix. Oh, major cuteness.

    I know Pickles is happy where he is. I know he’s playing with other dogs he’s met, so why am I still heartbroken? Am I afraid I’ll forget him? Hardly likely. You don’t have a pet for 18 years, then forget.

    I do not know if I am ready. Does one ever really know, or do we heed that small voice and just force ourselves to jump in? Hoping, that in time, sorrow will fade with each passing day, as Love blooms again.

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