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I never did repent for doing good,
Nor shall not now: for in companions
That do converse and waste the time together,
Whose souls do bear an egall yoke of love,
There must be needs a like proportion
Of lineaments, of manners, and of spirit;
Fishing buddy of mine, his wife needed to ferry a car around, and my buddy was busy at work. “You think Kramer can help?” Two cars, one driver, and a time table. Sure, he’s a friend, I’ll help. Lovely wife, too, but that’s not what this is about. Buddy’s got a boat, and I get to fish. I will be nice and polite. As a Scorpio, there’s time when it pays to just be nice, and do the right thing. Do a favor. Grant a wish, in this case? It was small amount of time, and considering he might have to drive an hour or more out of his way to fetch me for fishing, yeah, I can easily spare the time. Here’s the hard part, I was relaxed, late afternoon and I was in my typical sleeping attire by supper time. Call came at four, or a little after, so I was headed to the couch to read. I hastily changed out of sleep-wear, pulled on a a pair of shorts, sandals and a shirt, and I was good to go. Except for the sandals, I was pretty much still attire as I was before, not much of a change, different by degrees.
Scorpio: “Think you can help me?”
Sure, sure you can, just as I did. As a Scorpio? We’re investing in our future.
“It’s ok as long as it doesn’t have fur on it,” she said. I was treating a buddy’s kid, I don’t know, between 3, maybe 5 or 6 years old? It was a happy meal at the place that sells happy meals because, as kids that age, that is what, that’s the only thing they would eat. Don’t preach to me about the content of the food, by then, if the kid is happy, we eat there.
Portia in Shakespeare’s The Merchant of Venice 2.1.13–4
One of the themes that shows up, over and over in Shakespeare’s work is the question of, “Just who’s in charge?” Fate? Odd gods? Catholic God? Shakespeare’s Portia bemoans her fate based on the lottery of destiny, implying fate is random. I suggest clues about one’s fate are etched in patterns described in the heavens, the stars above. The term “lottery” carries a mega-jackpot implication with it. Jupiter, currently in Libra, brings that same implication. While one Libra will suggest “Nothing is going well,” there are three who will see the upside, the bright side, the sunny side.
“So this is ‘sunny side up?’ Told you: fried.”
Allow some room for Jupiter to work his thing. Good stuff. Birthdays, all good – there is a lottery-type win in your Libra future.
I was chatting with a Scorpio buddy, making an important point. She nodded, but there was that vacant look to her eyes. Not haunted, not distracted, but certainly not paying attention. Part of the problem. Behind her eyes, behind those usually piercing Scorpio eyes?
Myself, as a part-time pacifist, the peaceful side of me can find no war that is justified. No such thing as a just and charitable war. The more bellicose side, though, understand that there are certain times when one must “Lift their swords,” etc. So as a Libra, we’re faced with a bit of a riddle, from one of Shakespeare’s earliest plays, about whether this is a just war — or not. In context, the quote is patriotic, more or less, and as a stand-alone quote, it does raise some questions. However, as an assurance? That’s what’s most important. This doesn’t have to be combative, and this doesn’t have to be about “War.” Or “War!” This can represent any number of struggles, and as Libra, first with Jupiter, then Mercury at your feet? Stick to what’s right. The just cause is justified, although, I’m sure you’ll agree, maybe not by any means, but the clue is to be careful about picking the just cause.
One of my frequent pedestrian routes cuts through a large parking lot, attached to a shopping center. Mostly the place is anchored by a grocery store. There’s office supply, and a bookstore, plus a chain of of discount sporting goods. Hot afternoons, in the fall? I’ve discovered that folks get forgetful about their driving habits.
It is a damned and a bloody work,
The graceless action of a heavy hand—
If that it be the work of any hand.
One Libra girlfriend, we developed a shorthand code for this energy, “Shoe-shopping on the internet.” You can’t shop for shoes on the inter-webs. Maybe it is possible in a theoretical sense, but it certainly doesn’t work for me. I realize there is at least one mega-online-retailer that has made this into a highly successful business model, but that’s an exception.
For something like shoes? I want to see how they fit. My Libra girlfriend? “Shopping for shoes on the internet” is a code phrase for meandering, in a way that might seem aimless, to some, but meandering where it is that this takes us. All about the journey and less about the destination. Personally, I will buy one kind of shoe online, a certain brand of sandal, but I know what fits, and I know that they only offer two models. Can’t go wrong, not really shopping, more like just getting another, same size, etc. This isn’t about my sandals, either, this is about the Libra energy and its best use.
Shoe shopping on the inter-webs. Not buying, just looking. Save for a future date. Happy birthday!
One of my more fatal mistakes was reading the label. The list of ingredients on the back, down in small print? Almost too tiny to see? Like they were hiding something in the fineprint? Turns out, you don’t want to know.
Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me back,
When gold and silver becks me to come on.
The term, from that passages in Shakespeare’s King John, “Bell, book, and candle” is what caught my attention, listening to the play. Bit of superstitious material buried in the texts.
Working a wee bit of faery magic, the little one goes unretrograde, ere long.
After you’ve spent any kind of quality time around me, you begin to realize that I’m a little brash, blunt, and almost needlessly direct. Not all the time, and I do have my finer moments when I can gather my thoughts and present material with more artful, perhaps gentler chiding instead of just blurting out the answer. I’ve never claimed otherwise. Just so there’s no misrepresentation of facts, I’m drawing attention to one of my behavior traits, as an example of what type of energy is running through the Libra limbs, even now, and what kind of action your Libra self might want to avoid.
Don’t blurt it out. Don’t act rashly. Don’t act brazenly. Don’t stick your foot in your mouth. Happy birthday. Now, more than ever, a metered, measured response is best. Happy birthday. It bodes well, but don’t answer too quickly. Happy birthday!
At least one of my Scorpio friends will recoil in horror at this next suggestion. Several will make claims that I’m out-of-place, or out of line, and that my suggestion isn’t a good one. One Scorpio will reach for a “fainting bottle” of spirits, to assuage that feeling of panic. My simplest suggestion?