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It’s part of one of my all-time favorite orations from Shakespeare’s canon. A little-performed play that has an unsure taxonomy. I tend to read the play as dark comedy, but that might say more about me than the play. Mars in Scorpio, Sun in Leo, fall out from the Full Moon? Feels like the planets have wandered into an evil mixture and disorder.
Leo starts — officially — at July 22, at 3:30 AM.
Coyotes in the night, one sounded like an alarm, “Yip-yip-yip.” Coyotes are a part of my every-day reality. Mostly from travels further west, but I’ve heard that the little scavengers survive as far east as the East Coast. I don’t know. I was in Far West Texas when I was listening to the coyotes at night. Some nights, like right after the big, full moon? There’s a loud and raucous cacophony that the little critters put up. To me, it’s sort of night-time music that I’m used to, as I’m pretty sure the little fellers won’t try to come inside. I’m bigger and more scary than they are.
The real coyotes are scavengers of the first order. Sleep most of the day, and forage at night for vermin and whatever looks like it might be food. I’ve seen them eat bugs. The problem is, as “civilization” encroaches on the coyotes native lands, there’s a small clash. Then, too, the coyotes are adaptable. Human food, and discarded human food is sometimes easier than catching mice.
Making the best of a situation. Not bad, either. Take a lesson from my noisy friends, Leo, dear, adapt. Sometimes, the new ways are easier. Work hard and hunt down a single field mouse for supper? Or? Knock over a trash can. Look! Free food!
If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand.
Spoiler alert: Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet?
Doesn’t end well for the named characters.
In the mountain, just north of Santa Fe (New Mexico), the strains of Doug Sahm’s “Groover’s Paradise” came through the speakers in the little rent car. To the north, summer thunderclouds, dark, ominous, loaded with rain, and across the desert?
Miles away, clearly visible, dark clouds dropping rain that never makes it to the desert’s floor. The planets play with the emotions, and the best way to work within the planets’ guidelines?
Listen for the obvious, listen for the not so obvious, listen for the music that is between the lines. Listen to old crooners making mythologies, like the song, “Groover's Paradise.” Listen to the music. In part, the setting, just a little north of Santa Fe, drifting south towards the pueblos and adobe houses, the architecture that resembles the landscape, it’s part surreal, and part quite grounded. I was looking for a different song, but there’s a connection between the late, great Doug Sahm (Leo) and that parched landscape. Listen for connections. They are there. Happy birthday, too.
Between Mars and the Sun, Mars in Scorpio, the Sun in Cancer, there is strength for Leo. With Venus and Mercury making your Leo self somewhat more glib, though, there can be problems. Talk less, enjoy more. As I typed that out? “Talk less, enjoy more?” I think I hit a new mantra for the majestic Leo, for the time being. This next week?
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“Where hope is coldest; and despair most sits”
This is an example. Me? I don’t even own any firearms. Bunch of fishing gear, but that’s not the same, not really. It is to me, but that’s not what this is about. One of my online buddies got all “butt hurt” over a gun joke. This isn’t about rights, or respect, or anything like that. It’s about where I live.
Fact of life. Firearms are part of my culture. Or part of the culture that surrounds me, on a daily basis. So the gun joke was not out of line. One online buddy quickly unfriended me, because of the joke. I was, at first, disappointed, but then I realized, if my humor does not convey, then that person probably shouldn’t read any of my material. Me? I got friends on both sides, from rabid vegan peace freaks to equally red-blooded souls with extensive collections of arms. As a Cancer? As sensitive Moon Child, someone unfriends you? Is it really that big of deal? Or is it just another qualifier, showing who your audience is. Or isn’t.
While I don’t tend to stockpile food stuffs, I had, over the last few months accumulated some “Chili fixins” for a future meal. A rainy day. I was saving this for a rainy day, so to speak. I took one look at the frost in the freezer accumulating on a package of stew meat. It’s a rainy day, now.
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“If you don’t live it, it ain’t
going to come out of your horn.”
You have to see it, feel it, then live it, before you’re able to tell us about whatever it is. Was. Whatever the antecedent to “it” is, before we get to birthday celebrations and parties, there’s a Cancer “experience” that’s required. Like Louis Armstrong suggests.
There’s a frantic need for a giant “Pause” button, only, for the majestic Leo? The Leo? Perhaps a “Pause for Paws,” or some similar justification? Can’t blame me for trying to make light of a situation that seems dire, indeed.
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Ferdinand in Shakespeare's Loves Labors Lost 5.2.245-7
A girlfriend was putting on make-up, and I wandered over towards the sink. She dabbed at me with a brush that had paint or powder, pinkish, blue, orange, green, I have no idea. I ducked. “Here,” she grabbed a stick, “let me put some eyeliner on you.” I crab-walked away from the sink as fast as I could.
It can be fun to tease. It can be fun to wear make-up. It can also scare the heck out of me, and watch me run. It’s all relative. I would consider that action, a stabbing stroke at me with a make–up brush, I’d consider such an action as a way to ward me off. As we put the summer solstice behind us and head into July 4th prep., along with Cancer birthdays, a simple gesture to ward off an unwanted intrusion, that works best. Adjust as need be for the given situation. Make–up, though, very scary weapon.
Never underestimate the power of the spoken word. Mark Twain, a Sagittarius, had an aphorism about that, the power of malicious rumor, how the Truth never stood a chance, not in the face of the rumor. Rumors, lies, and government statistics, all about the same, am I right? Or what? This is about the spoken word.