Another funeral (Michael's Nana) has passed. So sad...even when it's expected. Always sad.
Writing and other progress has been put on hold...as a matter of fact, I'm finding writing really difficult right now. I did manage to get to the end of my current edit of Silk today, to my surprise--but perhaps that's because I wasn't up to changing very much, hence the fast closure.
Tomorrow's moon goes into Virgo, which is usually a very good time for me to organize and straighten--perfect for addressing Michael's office again, finally. I also have yardwork--edging and weeding are much needed here. My kids' new home? We haven't so much as been up there yet, but I'm sure there's plenty of yard work waiting, estate sale remnants to sort through, basic cleaning to do, and, apparently, a roof leak to contend with. Not only that, but Michael's promised to help at my sister's new home.
Today's Leo moon was sort of my boost to tackle the editing again--or at least try. I do have some Leo in my chart, so this lazy lion wasn't feeling like the yard work any more than anything else tangible and industrious. Tomorrow for that, right?
I've told you my theory about the moon phases before, right? When it's in our own signs, it can exacerbate our faults. So, I've watched my kids, wondering why I didn't see them suffering from the Leo moon, given their Leo ascendants and moons. This morning, however, I did see them picking at each other, and then, somehow, they were on the barstools, twirling round and round and shrieking their fool heads off! I was laughing so hard as I tried to get them to stop that they wouldn't. Leo's are the performers, aren't they? Finally, in desperation and out of breath from laughing and protesting, I grabbed the big dinner bell and rang it until they stopped. Anyhow, I suppose it's the strong characteristics that come forth, and Leo's don't have all the watery faults that I've come to look for. Definitely not well-behaved kids this morning, but still funny and loveable.
Not sure that really is a convincing anecdote, but it's been on my mind--and, as I've said, writing hasn't been forthcoming for the past few days, so forgive me if I'm not up to my general way (see? geesh).
Anyhow, the zodiac is a big 'wheel', and there's even theories about Aries being the newest souls, all the way down to Pisces being the oldest souls. How that divies up between all the planets is anyone's guess, I suppose. There's an ancient Chinese idea that each individual is made up of different parts--some genetic, directly from parents, and others from ancestors and long-deceased spirits. Each person is a new combination of many old souls and direct genetics. He actually shared this with me after I related my own theory, which was similar, but not as precisely developed.
I love this idea, because our interconnectedness is even more enhanced in this model. Pretty amazing ideas, aren't they?
Alright, that's my woo-woo message for now. I'm hoping to have something more tangible to say, something not depressing--not about funerals--soon. Enjoy the beautiful season!
