Scorpio for this week:
Burning Man, the annual festival in the Nevada desert, is experiencing a crisis. Some long-term supporters are unhappy about the direction it has taken in recent years. Chicken John Rinaldi told the San Francisco Chronicle that it used to be a joyfully chaotic jubilee of surprising art, but lately has turned into a mindless party and “giant group hug–a petting zoo for overweight people in their mid-40s.” At the next Burning Man in August, Rinaldi hopes to restore what he sees as its radical mission. Is there a comparable development happening in your life, Scorpio? Has an institution or ideal you’ve held dear begun to decline or lose its way? I bet there is. So what are you waiting for? Go out and fix it; redeem it; revive its glory.
Must think on this one. Because, yet again, I seem to be about 2 weeks ahead of my Astrology boy. Hrm. Maybe he needs to drink more coffee, or invest in better uppers.
This post has been in my head all weekend. I guess I’m slacking on maintaining the toughgirl crust, but here it goes….
I’m a keeper of secrets. I hold the trust keys of friends, as the safety box for their soul. It takes a toll sometimes, but it brings me happiness to be able to look at my friends, and know more about them because I can see how they tick, I can explore them and myself, finding amazing things to appreciate and respect about those who call me a friend.
I also keep secrets that some don’t know I know. My training gives me the chance to see deeper, past daily actions, seeing the unsaid. The motivations remain theirs, but the existence is still held by me.
These things are held tight, by me. If one wonders, I send them away to the one they asked about. Nothing given.
My only issue is when I know I need to step-in and assist. It’s a roadblock sometimes, other times it’s a brick wall. Explaining the issue to those I trust becomes complicated, not giving a full explanation, trying to rationalize my own feelings and thoughts on the situation. This is the side-effect of what I am, I’m learning to live with it, and learning to let go when I have to, regardless the pain. My Dad always said I was trying to save the world, I’m finally learning that it’s too big for me, but at least I’m trying to live in it now.
Now that I have a bit o’ time to talk about it, least for the general original thoughts, nothing in depth – about my “vacation”. Of course, horrid drive up and back down to J’ville, but once up there I can say that nothing is better than being half awake and attending a class on breathwork that succeeds in 3 small orgasms, at 9am. Yeah, TMI, deal with it, I went to bed at 7 this morning, got up an hour ago.
Got to hang out with one of my netfriends last night/this morning. Once we can get past the general “I have no clue how to act around you”, should be cool. It was amusing to watch the roommates and odd visitors that showed up, drunken Navy boys are hilarious. And now that I’ve met a cool Navy boy (besides spy_isis‘s Squid), I guess _gothfather_ is right, I’m now a one-woman USO.
And oh yes, I promise to go through my picture CDs this week and get the numbers on those out. Promise, promise. And eventually, I will have those new galleries up.
And off I go. See most of you sometime tomorrow.
Scorpio for this week:
The python is your power animal right now, Scorpio. It’s renowned for eating large meals. By stretching its jaws, it can devour an entire deer or crocodile in one sitting, providing enough nutrition for as long as a year. Somewhat like the python, you’re now in position to ingest a huge amount of food for thought–a banquet of rich and tasty revelations. The feast will take months to digest, and will be a continual source of nourishment the entire time.
Hey poisongirl, maybe this is why your girls were so active while I was there. *eg*