- And then the moon, like to a silver bow
New bent in heaven, shall behold the night
Of our solemnities.
- Hippolyta in Shakespeare’s Midsummer’s Night’s Dream 1.i.9-11
Catch me in far west Texas this weekend!
Horoscopes starting 8.11.2016
The Leo:
The Lion
So this week is marked with the approach of a Full Moon, which means, in part, things are setting up for a wild time. The preponderance of planets in Virgo, the next sign over from The Leo? That indicates that the “vortex of home” is going to suck you in, and make it so you might not want to escape. Might not be able to escape. Might want to stay home, or entertain as the receiving guest of honor at your own domicile. The Moon was “New” last week, hence the reference in the introduction, “New bent in heaven.” This week is about seeing the rewards of that New Moon’s promise. The tricky part? All that Virgo? Don’t let the Virgo Voices overtake The Leo magnificence.
Virgo:
I can pre-empt the Virgo question. “Yes, but not yet.” That’s an affirmative response to the Virgo interrogative, with a warning about timing. Full Moon? Makes folks a little bit crazy; where the word “Lunatic” came from, no?
In greater detail, there’s a ton of rather beneficial, very positive, quite hopeful energy pulsing in the Virgo chart, even now. Jupiter, that’s good. Venus, that’s good. Mercury, one of your planets, that’s good, too. All good, right? Minor problem as this weekend, Venus makes a tough angle to Mars and Saturn, but that’s over with zippy-quick. Then? All good. So the answer to the question? Yes, definitely yes, a solid affirmative that this is going to get better, or should buy that new “thing,” or whatever it is? Whatever the push? Yes. The simple warning? Not yet. “I want a new car!” Yes, not yet. Look and shop. “I want that new boyfriend.” Yes, not yet. Look and shop. See how this goes? Yes, but not yet.
Libra:
Among my friends and clients, I’ve discovered that half, maybe more so, are highly mobile. By that, I mean, no fixed place of residence. Sure, they have a house or home or some kind of domestic arrangement, but that changes. Frequently. This crosses ages and generations, too. It’s not limited to just one grouping, like, just under a certain age, or over a certain age. There seems to be, it’s a little more than half the list I look at, there seems to be a highly mobile arrangement.
Names, addresses and so forth change. Highly mobile. The constant change and flux, it confuses me. I lived in the same trailer park in South Austin for over a decade. I’ve had the same phone numbers for that long, too, and at least one email address is coming up on 20 years old. So I don’t quite understand the fluid, always in flux people. What I tend to hear, though? “My old boyfriend/girlfriend, ex-wife, deadbeat ex, etc. had that number so I changed it.” This, as we look ahead for Libra? It’s time when you want to run. Maybe now isn’t the time to change addresses. And if you do? Make sure I get updated somehow.
Scorpio:
One of my roles as an astrology chart reader, as an astrological consultant, one of the roles I fulfill? Confessor. So what I get to hear? A lot of “Family Secrets.” Which is part of what this is about. I do love me my Scorpio friends, and here’s the trick, with me, your secret is safe with me. Not because I hew to some higher order, or because I believe in the sanctity of the astrologer/client relationship; although, I do believe that.
No, your Scorpio secret is safe because I have a notorious, quite fallible memory. You walk out the door, get up and walk away from me? I’ve forgotten what we talked about. I’ll pop your Scorpio chart and remember the general direction and specifics, but those are tied only to your chart. With what’s going on in Scorpio? You’re looking for a confessor. Someone to tell the deepest, darkest Scorpio “family secrets” to, a willing and tacit accomplice. The biggest challenge? Before you unload those secrets on someone, how sure are you that you can trust them not to tell a soul?
Scorpio: There’s always a catch, isn’t there? Trusted confidants are difficult to find, and a Scorpio trusted one? Even more rare.
Sagittarius:
We’re almost back where we started. Almost, but not quite, and then? Saturn is going to add a layer of “Karmic Implication” onto this week’s message, the whole, overall Sagittarius thing going on. There’s a point where we have to eschew the usual, somewhat grandiose Sagittarius way of looking at things, and we need to concentrate on more mundane matters.
Part of this is Saturn, and part of this is Saturn played against the backdrop of the recent Mars action. Or Mars inaction, as the case usually is. Call it what we like, but there’s an attention to infinitesimal details that requires a more close than usual Sagittarius attention.
These details aren’t very interesting to me. The finite details aren’t interesting to you, either, well, I know one Sagittarius who is totally engrossed with this, but she’s a rarity (Virgo Moon on that one, loves the details). The rest of us? Sort of hard to pay attention to all the details, and yet, to make it through? Someone needs to pay attention. This need for detail orientation is exacerbated by the plethora of planets in Virgo. Yikes!
Sagittarius: please pay attention to the details or we will miss the big picture. Yes, just like that.
Capricorn:
Dinner party the other evening. Capricorn feller, never met him before, we were exchanging pleasantries, and he got around to the subject of recreational drugs. I think the stuff ought to be legal. I won’t touch it, but that’s just me. I made a humorous crack about Austin with an open allusion to recreational narcotics so prevalent there.
“Oh man,” he said, looking me up and down, “I just did drugs in the bathroom, here. I popped two Tylenol for tomorrow morning; this is cheap wine.” He washed the comment down with a slug of wine that — he implied — came from a box. “It was a good week. Vintage.” He belched. Times have changed.
“Drugs in the bathroom” is no longer some kind of recreational narcotic event, it’s now mundane, possibly boring. There was a reminder, though, about the comment, it was, slightly, prophylactic. Aspirin and two glasses of water go a long way in preventing that box wine from biting back on the morning after. So, to fight back against box wine, or whatever it is that might be up and coming for my little Capricorn friends? Do some drugs in the bathroom, two aspirin the night before, then you don’t have to call me the next morning.
“O-M-G, what did I do?”
Aquarius:
Fish story. I was fishing with buddies, three of us in a little bay boat. My buddies were in the bow, using formerly live bait, as “fresh dead,” to catch a number of black drum. Good eating, fun fish to catch. Pictures are on the website someplace, I’m sure. They caught their limit of black drum in less than an hour. In the same time, I was working — looks like a shrimp — off the other end of the boat, and I was fishing a good deal further down the body of water. In the time they caught ten, twelve, really, but two had to go back, in the time they caught their limit, I caught two tiny red drum. Reds don’t, to me, taste as good as back drum. Reds don’t have the shoulder to pull a fishing line like the back drum do. But I like the finesse of fishing for reds while my buddies were bringing in supper.
It’s a matter of just a few degrees, one end of the boat to the other, and I was peacefully working on a slightly different game fish, and we were all having fun. Different, but only by degree. Black Drum, live bait, Red Drum, artificial bait. Different, but only by degrees. So, in this story, think that I’m like an Aquarius. Just a bit off to one side. I had an excellent time, and although the two I caught were too small to keep? My buddies, hooting and hollering in the front of the boat were having a grand time. I had a big time, too. Just one beat different. Rings true for this week’s Aquarius, one beat different. Other end of the boat. Different bait, different fishing. All good, either way. Enjoy the full moon, different by a degree.
Pisces:
More coffee. That simple. Or more of whatever it is that you drink. I was thinking, middle the long summer, I tend to get a scratchy throat, cased by bouncing in and out of refrigerated air, cold AC, hot summer afternoon, cold AC, cold and dry AC, then warm, muggy Texas afternoons, in and out, I’ll guess the rapid changes aren’t good, not over and over.
While I tend to favor coffee, hot, iced, something, there’s always tea, usually iced, and for one of my little friends, she prefers a concoction of Apple Cider Vinegar and Honey. Mixed with a cup of hot water, that seems to do the trick. First thing one morning, coffee, for me, hot apple cider vinegar mixed with honey for her, all depends.
So when I suggest, “More coffee” as the cure-all for this Pisces week? You’re going to have to work with me and adjust that understanding. The sentiment, the feeling, the way get make it through with a smile on your pretty Pisces face? More coffee. Or more liquid refreshment that helps you make it through the day. Whatever liquid works. For me? Clearly a coffee-based beverage of some sort, but that’s me.
Aries:
My little New Age buddies, they all got a great herbal remedy for what ails Aries. “It’s ‘adrenal fatigue,’ and I’ve got,” alternately, it’s been oils, potion, lotions, incense, crystals, or healing salves. Maybe a massage of one variation or another. Soaking in healing waters, bath salts, vitamin therapy, hair conditioner, all-natural, free-range “something” that heals.
- While I’m on board with almost all of the natural, holistic remedies, I’m also a big fan of traditional western medicine. I use both.
Then, as an astrologer, I use the stars, reading the night sky. The night sky tells me that this Aries unease? This problem that seems to lack cure? You need a nap. “I don’t have time to take a nap!”
In my world? The expression is, “Meditate for 20 minutes. If you can’t meditate for 20 minutes, then you must mediate longer.” Other folks call this, suspiciously, some of my meditation looks like a little power nap, but for that Aries fatigue and funk? The fugue that’s been following you this last week? Try my nap — I mean — oils, lotions, lotions acupressure, acupuncture, soaking, salving, all of that is good, too. But try the “meditation” that might resemble a nap.
Taurus:
One of my online buddies, she swears she will, “Never-ever-ever. Ever!” Claims she will never write with a pencil. I use the term, “Pencil you in,” because I’m old enough to recall a monthly planner with pages, notes, appointments, and such, pages filled to overflowing with pencil marks. Names, numbers, so forth. I graduated to an electronic set-up decades ago. The term, “Pencil you in” is archaic, and throw back to a previous technology.
The term, stop me if this is boring you, the term implies that the pencil can be changed. If I wrote it in with a pen, then the date would have to change. But pencil? Could be erased, moved around, adjusted as need be? No problem. Taurus, we got ideas. We got plans. Total world domination! Plans and ideas, we’re bursting with Taurus ideas. Pencil them in. My little Taurus friend who refuses to use a pencil? Then consider the archaic roots of the expression, and adjust that saying as need be.
“I’ll start a web page.” There you go, that’s the idea. Something. Doesn’t have to be a real pencil, although, for some of us, that still works, as well. Scratch out ideas for the Taurus plan.
Gemini:
You know me, all about making the Gemini life better. Easier, better, more productive, less worrisome, correct? That’s me, all about making the Gemini lives better and better. There’s a single problem, a single challenge, a single obstacle? I’m unsure if I’m comfortable as qualifying this as “an obstacle,” but there does seem to be recurring problem that’s back, to haunt the Gemini psyche.
In a single expression? “Drop it.” Or, try this one, but we all know how this expression usually doesn’t work, “Let it go.” Problem, issue, thing blocking your Gemini psyche from moving forward this next few days? Drop it. Put it on the back burner, insert your favorite metaphors that characterize avoidance. Denial. Not just a river in Egypt, either. Avoidance. Dissembling, pointedly ignoring, any one of a number of possible avenues are open for Gemini. But that one problem that isn’t going away? This week? Don’t mess with it. It will present a new resolution, next week.
Cancer:
Moon Child
His old words, “Publicity and planes,” that kept ringing in my ear as I looked at the Cancer Moon Child chart. It was his delivery, wasn’t what he was saying, it was that he said it, just about every time I saw him. “Publicity is for my company,” and he ran oilfield service out of Oklahoma. “Planes is because I love flying,” and owned a couple of the little Piper/Cessna variety of puddle jumpers.
The line up in Virgo, plus the cardinal pieces of Uranus and Pluto, they suggest we repeat the same message, over and over. Change the timbre, change the cadence and delivery, but the message, always the same. Repeat as need be, which, given the way this week falls? Repeat as need be might be several times. Like me, every time I ran into that guy. “Planes and publicity!”
