dimanche 22 août 2004

Lunar 'forecast' Go on. Be cross. But what else, darling, d'you want me to do with all the inspiration? Weed the garden? I did. Go out for a good long walk while the sun shines? Did that too. Have a long lunch with Baudier? Ditto. In short, when you go away you have only yourself to blame for what happens here. Curiosity kills cats. Not eagles, not wolves. This morning I took the sextant out again, for the first time since we met. Surprise, surprise! For now, the Moon has sent me back to basic instinct, Venus has given me "tenderness" (I knew that anyway and told you so) but "complicity" too, while naughty Saturn makes me "inflexible". Pluto's message is odd: there's an "explosion" coming, but I don't know where. Orgasmic it can't be. My birthday's not until October. Venus, of course, is currently my "ruling planet", well ahead of the others now, and tells me, pointlessly, that I'm in "love relationship with friends". Neptune warns that somebody will "abuse my confidence", while there may be "trouble 't mill". That's Yorkshire-speak for conflict in the Factory. For the rest, Jupiter and the Moon are set to bring "luck" to a "good heart and soul". I wonder whose? There's a "nodal" warning: don't try too hard to please. I'm to be "self governing". The rest tells me nothing I -- and you -- didn't know. Now what of the Lady Hawk? Your Moon in Libra (my sign) grants you "harmony". Venus and Pluto place the emphasis on your feelings and "transformation", but the Sun in Virgo, along with Mercury, also empower you with strength of "reason" and "analysis". You've four planets in Virgo! Jupiter is making a "conformist" of you, but Mars is helping you with some "strategy". From Uranus in Pisces, you're supposed to have a "premonition" soon. In the Houses, you too have a "love relationship with friends". The rest are worth a "photograph", I'm unsettled to see so many "tribulations": As to the "aspects" (the relationship among your planets), the Sun and Saturn have given you "self-mastery", but the Sun and Mars are making you "quarrelsome, (with a) cold control of emotions". Can that be? Consolation: the Sun and Jupiter are granting you "healthy vitality and stable energy", while Jupiter and Mars render you courageous. If Venus and Pluto mean that "events in (your) love life" have brought a "deep and troubled passion", then why are Saturn and the Moon filling you with "organic inhibitions, affective frustration and (a) refusal to live"? Is this the Ellie I know? The "timing" for this "forecast", darling, covers between now and your own next "lunar return" on September 17. As for your ruling planet, Venus is nowhere at all, but I've never seen any planet as strong in somebody's chart as Mercury is becoming. He'll sharpen your mind even more and make you curious, keep you on the move, but could disperse your social life. Mercury, the messenger, is about as close to the trickster god as the "mythology" of astrology allows. I believe the "lunar nodes" also merit showing you in full: At least you're going to able to trust and rely on me for a coming while and vice versa. Our "compatibility factor" has moved since my last look many moons ago (when it was hovering the closer end of "good" to "excellent"): I daren't "do" the Wildcat's! Marianne can do her own, if she wants. What escapes me is why both your current ruling sign and ascendant are Virgo. I thought I was the "virgin" around these parts. I got this done before lunch. A new special dessert Sam promised me. If you like caramel as well as chockies, you'll like it. Before that, though, I had the fellow pass the salt. By the bucketload, even if they say just a pinch will suffice. 1:11:30 PM    your views? [] Learning to pray My haiku told you more of where the garden lies. Even here, this day of rest, I can feel it, just as we can feel it beyond the fence, the nip in the morning air. Take a glance, love: one prospect ... and a kinder outlook (often, as in other matters, the "truth" lies in between). As the world turns, like every year, my blood drives thoughts too far ahead, I want to be brave; like every year, I pray: "Spare me a winter like the last, like all the winters before the last, always longer than the last. Grant me somebody warm again, let me warm her." It never worked before since I wasn't sure where to address the prayers and they piled up in the poste restante. Do I know better now? I think so. Last night, I felt cold but then wasn't in bed till almost 2:00 am, now the neighbour's assured me that late movies bother him not a jot. 'Doctor Zhivago' is very long, I'd forgotten most of it, but afterwards, it's absurd to complain of the cold. Ellie, today I planned to make a 'phone call that's waited for too many years now: from my oldest friend and his Californian wife, I want news of the Estuary. This can wait one more week, that last summer week of "freedom". Instead, this afternoon, I'm going to break the ice -- briefly -- and write to Ursula. I want even more to tell her how important she has always been to me, without sycophancy, one writer to another, a friend. I'm going to say "Hallo". 12:42:43 PM    your views? []

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