“Action is eloquence.”
Shakespeare’s Coriolanus (III.ii.76)
Aries: There’s a song by Gram Parsons, “Luxury Liner,” done in a Johnny Cash style, according to the liner notes. Don’t know if it was ever a hit. Certainly before my time, musically speaking. Part of lyric refers to the fact that the singer is the kind of guy who likes to make his living running round. Traveling kind of a guy. Minstrel? Love song? Whatever. Distant music and running around is a question. I was seeing this one girl for a spell, and my suggestion was that we just hitch my travel trailer to her vehicle, and that way we could happily travel together. When it came time to abandon me, like they always do, at least I’d have my home with me. Nice idea. Didn’t quite work. Turns out her super-trick SUV wasn’t really designed to haul clunky old trailers. Mars is about to shift into Leo, next week. Travel? Sure. But do you really want to haul some old boyfriend’s trailer with you? Talk about baggage! It’s the whole thing, including, the proverbial kitchen sink. Might want to abandon some items before your Aries self roars off.
Taurus: Me and the cat, we were taking a little siesta the other afternoon. Nothing like a little nap in the warmest part of the afternoon to escape the heat. I don’t let the AC blow too cold, so it was just a little warm inside here. The cat, she’s getting on up in the years, so she has a good hobby: sleep. I dozed for a minute then I had terrible nightmare about a former employer. In my dream, my old boss asked me to work for her again. No way. What’s worse? In the dream? I said yes. I was stirred awake by this flight of fantasy as my psyche went recoiling down a slumbering corridor full of nightmare images of me working again. The cat rolled over when I woke, looked at me over her shoulder, meowed once, then went back to her hobby. I dozed off again, then woke up again. I didn’t stir much, but the cat, looked over at me, then she got up, stretched, and circled around once in her spot, pulling her tail in a little closer under the cooling AC breeze. That didn’t work, so she got up a second time, twirled around in place without stretching and splayed herself out. Still didn’t work. She tried a third time, and this was a champ, as she snuggled right up against my back, with her purr motor going, and her tail was twitching, just a little. Might take three tries to get happy, but you can do it. Find the right human to snuggle up against — even if they have erratic dream patterns.
Gemini: It is one feller’s birthday, but his name certainly isn’t bubba, although, a great number of us refer to him as such, much to his consternation. Walk on up to Sean, and ask him how he’s doing, “Hey Bubba, what’s up?” You will be treated to diatribe of epic proportions about how his name isn’t bubba and no one but that jerk Kramer is allowed to refer to him as such. Never mind that he lives in a small town in Texas, never mind that he’s an expert with BBQ. Never mind some of the obvious facts about his life that do, indeed, suggest that “bubba” would be the most appropriate name for such a lad. Nope, never mind that evidence. So it’s Bubba’s b-day, solstice and couple of other things this next few days. Means it’s party time in Gemini. With Venus making yourself miserable, at least in the romance world, you’re just a little inclined to launch into one of those (typical) long-winded diatribes about what your name is. Or isn’t. Before you start ranting and raving with the best, look at a couple of facts. Consider how the world probably sees you. Think about what your Gemini appearance is. Consider what visual evidence we have. Just because you don’t like being called “bubba” doesn’t mean that the supporting evidence doesn’t point to that being an appropriate sobriquet.
Cancer: The next couple of days are fraught with meaning and significance. It’s the beginning of Cancer-time. Delicate Moon children, your month is about to start. Will start. Might not be everything that you expect it to be, but in the long run, the over-all picture, what we will detect is improvement. Positive, forward motion. Been tough going lately. When the springs (Barton Springs, local swimming hole) are running strong, that current is pretty severe. It’s something like 10,000 gallons per hour. That’s a lot of water. When I’m swimming in it, on a summer’s day, that’s pretty strong current. What I like to do is swim upstream then drift back to my starting point, crawl out, drip dry and get back on the road. It’s swimming in a current that’s so important. Makes it a little bit easier to understand what’s going on around you. There’s a strong current pushing you one way. You don’t have to give in, and you don’t have to fight it, either. But “going with the flow” is usually best after you’ve started to work your way upstream. Here’s the hint: you’re doing that right now. “What?” Working your way upstream. In a little while, you’ll be able to let loose, and gently drift with the flow. But for the time being? Strong strokes yield the best results.
Leo: I can’t remember ever living in the suburbs. I’ve lived either “inner city,” which, to me, means next door to very tall buildings, or I’ve lived in the country, which, means no other buildings. Either one works, as far as I’m concerned. Either the hustle of city life with its vagaries, or the emptiness of the countryside. Love them both. One of my buddies moved to the suburbs. Big house, three-car garage, all the trimmings. Takes him half an hour to get here, and that’s on day when traffic is light. Not that it ever is, anymore. So it could be up to an hour away. But he was busy telling me how nice it was to have neighbors, neighborhood groups, long walks around the block on a summer’s evening, that sort of thing. Didn’t really sound all that appetizing to me, but I might be jaded. I offered up another idea, how about minimizing contact with the neighbors? If not, there’s a good chance that my buddy will wind up married, hanging out with the married folks, and making babies, in no time. What happens then? I mean, the real appeal to house in the burbs? He can listen to his music just as loud as he wants. But with babies in the house? And a wife? What happens to all that glorious, much vaunted freedom of living in the burbs? Maybe a trailer right next to downtown isn’t your ideal living arrangement, but you know, look at what you’ve got and think about it. Do really want to make some big changes?
Virgo: I just dumped out a coffee cup, a small, espresso-sized cup that I use for my morning coffee. I’ve found that drinking six or eight cups of regular coffee out of an espresso cup is a lot better since the coffee maker only generates two regular cups at time. I can feel like I’m swilling a lot of coffee when, in fact, I’m just barely sipping an accepted dosage. When I dumped the last cup out, there was a thick, almost gelatinous layer of grounds along the bottom. Maybe the bottom third. Filter must not have been working right. Real cowboy coffee, if you know what that is. Glad I dumped it. Time for you to consider dumping out the old coffee cup. Got some extra stuff floating around that might not be correctly filtering in your Virgo-esque life. There are a couple of solutions. You can disassemble the coffee maker to see what the problem is. However, that route has the inherent difficulties of having to put it all back together, and then figuring out where the extra pieces were supposed to go. Which wouldn’t concern me, but I’m not a Virgo. Another solution would be to clean out the filter apparatus. Good idea. Still, another idea might be to look into a new coffee maker. Finally, consider just letting someone else make the coffee. All fine ideas. Personally, what I’m going to do? And what I suggest that you do, too? Just remember to dump out that last third of cup. Requires no extra effort on your part.
Libra: Not far from where I live, there’s a big mega-super store. It’s actually two stores, a warehouse place and a super-supermarket. During the early summer, after school is out but before summer officially arrives, they set up a carnival in the parking lot. It’s open most weekends, and it’s got the kiddy rides, the scary rides, and the usual assortment of nauseating foods, cotton candy, fry bread, turkey legs. In my mind, I mean, I would never frequent a carnival myself, but in my mind, I was hearing an old-style carnival barker, hawking a ride, or chance a big stuffed animal. The smell of hot grease and smoked meat, amid the rumble of the mechanical rides, and faint aroma of axle grease, as the gears for those rides went grinding on. Summer time. Long evenings. And a show that never seems to stop, a virtual county fair full of sinful (and sickening) pleasure for the flesh. Delights for the child’s mind. And possibly delights for those of us with childish minds, too. Engage, activate and rejoice with your inner child. It’s that beckoning call from the carnival barker. You know that the game is rigged, but that should never stop you from trying.
Scorpio: I was meandering along a side street, I had a shirt in one hand, and my other paw was wrapped around a tall, cool beverage of some sort. Probably water. Or Diet something, which is essentially, brown, fizzy water. I heard someone honk at, presumably at me, and I spun around, looking behind me. A mystery red truck went firing on past me. As soon as I turned back around, facing forward again, I saw the taillights of the truck, an arm out the window, waving. I haven’t a clue as to whom it was waving at me. Red truck. Late model. Could be any of a half dozen buddies, most of them answering to “bubba.” If I had just stayed on course, if I’d just kept a firm grip on the tiller to the good ship Kramer, if I’d only done that, I might be able to discern just whom it was, driving and waving. As it stands, as of right now, I’m not sure if it was male, female, animal, vegetable or mineral. Not that any of that matters, either, just the way it is. Don’t get distracted like I was. Scorpios have an inherent “need to know,” and instead of responding rashly to certain input, like a honking horn, stay on course. There are going to be lots of distractions, no need to let them interfere with your direction.
Sagittarius: I’ve yet to see a decent book that covers true trailer park Feng Shui. I did spend a little time perusing a book that was about apartment Fang Sway, but I’m not sure it’s really the same set of guiding concepts. In regular old Fang Sway, it’s not a good idea to have anything under the bed. Supposed to have free flowing space there. I’ve got a series of compartments. In those compartments, cabinets, really, I’ve got old clothing, T-shirts that meant something at one time, and other items. Some old paperwork. Tools. A walking stick I meant to give my Pa Wetzel. Just stored stuff. Now, I’d love to clean all that stuff out, and I’d love to make this place a little more Fang Sway appropriate. Not going to happen, and it’s especially not going to happen these days. But the idea? It’s there. In our Sagittarius minds, what we need to do is play around with those ideas. Consider them. Analyze what it would take to make the home a little more compatible with whatever guiding principles we employ. While the Sign of the Archer is usually a sign of action, I’m not sure we need to actually implement our ideas just yet. That’s like watching me empty out all those cabinets under the bed, then just put everything back in the same place — that’s not really progress. Through my efforts, save your self some work. Think about it before you do it.
Capricorn: It’s Thursday. By Friday, the Moon moves into Cancer, along with a host of other planets. Now, it’s just barely a sliver of a moon, but as far as I’m concerned, in a less than strict astrological interpretation, it’s like a “full moon” for my Capricorn friends. Yeah, now think about all the mythology that goes hand-in-hand with the term “full moon.” More police calls for stranger behaviors. More debauchery. Weirder traumas in the emergency rooms. Get the picture? The deal is, this isn’t a full moon for everyone. Just the opposite, in fact. But in your “life of Capricorn,” this weekend promises to be a big thing. A weird one, too, but a big thing of some kind. That’s the good news. The problem is, the hangover. Next week? Whether it’s a real hangover, or a metaphorical hangover? That’s up to you. I suggest a greater than usual restraint for this weekend, and that way? Next week? The sound of your wondrous Capricorn brain, hammering inside your skull? Much less of chance of that happening. Just a little restraint.
Aquarius: I was in San Antonio for a weekend. Working weekend, as it were. As tourists, we stopped at the San Jose Mission, and showing up on a Sunday morning means that there’s a special Mass. Mariachi Mass. That’s one. On the famous tourist trap, the River Walk, Mariachi bands were everywhere. In Mexican restaurants, to be expected. In Tex-Mex restaurants, not unusual, but in an Italian food place? Just a little stranger. It’s Texas, the middle of the tourist season, I’m sure, and there always has to be some kind of local flavor. Even in a place that serves pasta and marinara sauce instead of tortillas and pico de gallo y salsa. Life in the Aquarius sector is going to be a like that fated trip to SA, everywhere you turn, there’s going to be a traditional form of musical accompaniment. Get used to hearing familiar strains of “One Ton Tomato” and “Rancho Grande” every time you turn around. So what if the sound tracks doesn’t exactly sync up to what should be heard in some places? As an Aquarius, you can see how it all fits. Not everyone you encounter will be so accommodating. Don’t let it worry you.
Pisces: One of my Pisces clients has a long-standing “arrangement” with a particular boy. While the term “boy” doesn’t accurately describe this particular male’s age or demographic, it sure conveys a lot of information about his behavior. Occasionally, my little Pisces friend gets her knickers in a tight knot over this boy. I’ve suggested that, as long as Venus is backwards, that any attention received from the male quadrant of her life should be highly circumspect. And that’s the best word I can use, too. Treat with caution. Verify resources. Do a background check. What are you going to do if he doesn’t call like he promised? Freak out? Why? It’s a predictable pattern. Says he’ll call “soon” and the term “soon” is loosely defined as a never. Plus, this hasn’t changed in any in the last few years. So I’ll get call and it’ll be a heartbroken Pisces, and you can’t say that I didn’t warn you. With a situation like this, unfolding in Pisces, what I’m suggesting is to be a little more free with your understanding of certain influences. Plus, apply that Pisces definition of “soon” — a typical Pisces definition, you know, some place between “Never” and “next week.”
