Today’s Oracle takes us to the Pisces weekly for Sept. 3, 2010.
You may feel stretched impossibly between two opposites or situations that have little in common. People may be irritating you beyond the point of wanting to even deal with them; your mind is on other things. I suggest that you keep your distance from any situation that resembles this description. Don’t detach or disappear; rather, work at an arm’s length and things will go a lot more smoothly. What is happening today is on a timeline of about one additional month, as long as it will take for Mercury to station direct in your opposite sign, for the Sun’s dramatic ingress into Libra, and for other critical aspects to help you get an authentically clear vision of where you’re heading in life. The details that matter so much right now will matter a lot less then, so I suggest you conserve your energy for what really matters: creating rather than fixing.
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“Jittery sloth”. Totally brilliant – you’ve nailed it Mystes!
(tzshuuuu…) Yah. Last 48 hours of my bardo-like living conditions. Found a fresh pile of WTF on my doorstep today: apt. manager telling me I couldn’t have access until Friday morning, 8 a.m. on the dot. Went to the national office and explained that this would be most inconvenient. I got a call 3 minutes later, apologizing and yes, I can pick up the keys on Thursday.
There are 16 reasons this needs to happen on my schedule, not theirs. Not least of which is the 5-week wait.
Meanwhile, these transits are rolling over me with the usual chaosity. Sluggish jitters. Jittery sloth. Puh. Well, at least I am not passing out, though I wasn’t too unhappy when a client called and postponed an hour before the Venus transit. That drive to San Marcos was lookin’ *mighty* long.
Creative? I’m doing well to remember where my toothbrush is hiding.
Back to the boxes and tape. . .
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Paola, I’m very happy you enjoyed the lovely lyrics and hugs to you!
and Limi, you rascal, I kinda thought that if anyone could track down a rendition of the song, it would be your sweet self! How lovely to come home to this and to sing (and cry) along with Ron! Thank you for that concert link plus the second one with the gorgeous Enya and the stunning visuals of flowers and butterflies accompanying it. I actually sang a version of that song several years ago in my choir and yes, I do often ask myself, “*How* can I keep from singing?!!!” Well I actually can’t, lol!! I have sung all my life and it was my Mother — Maureen btw — who saw that I was musical and when she took me to the hair salon to get her hair done she plonked my two year old self on the counter top and I would entertain everyone with the song “Bless this House!” 😉 When I go on road trips I warn those in the car that I *have* to sing along to songs on the radio or music player and thankfully no-one has ever yet minded — and I hope they never will!
Two things to add. On the way home from working on a garden today, one that I’m prepping for a wedding around the solstice which is a lovely thing, I caught a rose in perfect bloom, like it had just peaked and opened up hours ago and I captured it on my phone, so yes tomorrow I will look upon it with special affection and toast my Mum. You’re very right, Limi, birthdays of parents after they have departed do have a certain poignancy as you say.
and P. Sophia, your butterfly story yesterday warmed my heart, it was amazing. I loved it, thank you. I have a brief story myself, albeit only a hint of what you encountered, but up on my new deck at the weekend I came upon what could have been either a butterfly or a moth as it had its wings back and joined together and was a dullish brown colour. No matter really because was *did* matter was that I was able to sit beside it and ever so gently run my finger up and down either side of its wings and it never moved for several minutes at least. It felt as if we were communing with one another, that it was aware of my attempts to interact with it and I was quite moved by the special encounter.
Iluminali,
Thank you for sharing, A work of art they are, ahh…creation.
Gack, apologies for the advert!
For shebear13
P Sophia,
and everyone
http://youtu.be/zdRSRTqOyi4
Link to an NPR concert of Ron Sexsmith in 2007. “Least That I Can Do” is the last song of eight.
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=6787015&refresh=true
Happy Birthday to your mum! A parent’s birthday seems to have extra poignancy after they’ve passed, doesn’t it? Wishing you much peace dear shebear13. Treat yourself to some roses for your mother’s bday; they are the flower for June babies.
Shebear, what a beautiful text.
And yes, Love to all – and thank you.
“Creating rather than fixing.” Oh yes, isn’t that the only way to move forward? I’m very eager to create my world anew because I’m spent using all of my precious energy fixing it. I remember the time when this oracle first appeared as when I made a great leap forward, a conscious shift in altering my perspective on life. When I saw that the sacrifices I was forever making, the chronic pattern of accommodating others and life, continually came at the expense of my own creativity.
This morning, and for the past few days, I’ve been communing with the soulful, healing love of my mother, whose birthday would have been tomorrow — June 6th, and I have come to understand more fully her role in my upbringing and conditioning. Her gemini sun was opposite my ascendant conjunct the GA and her presence weighed heavily on my soul for oh so long but now, in the decade since she has passed on, I’ve learned to liberate my soul and to be emotionally supported in my commitment to realizing my talents in the world via my three passions of gardening, astrology and music. It is absolutely time for me to create and not fix.
I am so excited to be here, feeling more fully alive and to be part of this unique and fabulously supportive clan; the PW community is such a gift and a blessing. I commit to realizing my life by choosing to emulate Eric’s and his full on embrace of his life. What a role model for us all to have. Eternal thanks for lighting the way, dear soul. 😉
I would like to dedicate this song, “Least That I Can Do” by Ron Sexsmith (sadly not available online — according to my searchings) but the lyrics speak to the dedication I wish to make to my Mother, my Grandmother and really, today of all days, to Venus and to the majesty of our Universe enveloped as we are by the warm blanket of LOVE beaming down from the heavens, uplifting and guiding us forward, step by step:
Skies are grey for miles around
Though the sun tries hard to break through the clouds…
And while the sun is trying
The least that I can do
Is to keep on rising
And shining
My light on you
Another season’s turning
And the least that I can do
Is to keep on learning
And returning
Till everything’s brand new
With all the love you’ve given me
All the love so perfect and true
To call your arms eternity
Is the least that I can do
While the bells are ringing
The least that I can do
Is to keep on singing
And believing
This song will see me through
And while the birds are flying
The least that I can do
Is to keep from crying
Keep on trying
To raise my heart to you
With all the love you’ve given me
All the love so perfect and true
To call your arms eternity
Is the least that I can do