Thou mighty one, that with thy power hast turn’d
Green Neptune into purple; whose approach
Comets prewarn, whose havoc in vast field
Unearthed skulls proclaim, whose breath blows down
The teeming Ceres’ foison, who dost pluck
With hand armipotent from forth blue clouds
The mason’d turrets, that both mak’st and break’st
- Arcite in Shakespeare’s The Two Noble Kinsmen 5.1.42-
Horoscopes for 7.11.2019
When Mercury is in apparent retrograde motion, like now, “things” tend to go “sideways.” Simply put. I know, the Moon Children and their birthdays, and I know, “Happy Birthday!” Then, too, I understand, leave a little earlier, arrive a little late, that’s just how it goes. I don’t struggle with this, not anymore, but then I live in concert with the planets and their apparent motions.
“More like ‘motion sickness,’ this week,” mutters one moon child. Yes, thank you for that image. Some of you guys are just sick. “Get on with it!” So this week, next couple of days, nothing seems to point where you are supposed to be; you take a right, and the correct answer was go left; however, if you go left? The first answer was right. Gets a bit silly, and what with birthdays and all? Why not pretend this is just fun and games, not nearly as serious as you would make it out to be. It serves you well not to be become invested in silly expectations at the moment, as those are sure to fail. Enjoy the show, though.
I got the perfect gift for The Leo’s week: the “mute” button. Phones have them. TVs have them. Too bad our significant others don’t have them? Yeah, that kind of commentary can get either one of us in big trouble in a hurry. So, yeah, no, keep that idea to yourself about installing some kind of sound-limiting button on the spouse (girlfriend, boyfriend, &c.) Back to my point though, what works?